she was done, her cheeks and lips looked flushed against her pale complexion. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than the wreck she was before.
On the drive over, all Lily could think about was when her eyes had locked with the stranger’s for the briefest of moments. It was probably her imagination, but she felt as though she could read pain and loss in his dark eyes. Her heart went out to him, and her mind had spent all night trying to figure him out instead of letting her get the sleep she desperately needed.
Pulling the truck to a stop outside the station, she took a few deep breaths to calm the jittery butterflies deciding to take flight in her stomach. She stepped out into the biting cold and barely made it two steps before the door of the station opened, and there he was.
“Hey,” she said, rubbing her hands together to produce warmth as she stood before him.
He simply looked at her, confused, or perhaps startled.
“I, um...thought you might want some breakfast—my treat. I want to say thanks for your help last night.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said, making a move to step past her, but she blocked his path. Placing her hand on his very hard chest, she looked up into his face and saw his lips were still open and uncared for.
Leaning around him, Lily yelled into the station for her brother. “You’re such a shit, Matt. You haven’t even taken care of his lip yet. Doug, get me the first aid kit.” She bossed everyone around as though she was the town sergeant.
Matt appeared in the doorway, an amused expression on his face as she stood there glaring at him.
“Lily, this is Linc. Linc, this is Lily.” Matt made the introductions.
Pressing his lips together slightly, Linc gave Lily a cursory nod. “Listen, I really need to get going.”
Lily placed her hand on his chest again, causing him to bite back a growl of frustration. “Just let me look at your lip. I’m trained in First Aid,” she insisted, using her other hand to take the small first aid kit from Doug as he appeared in the doorway.
“Yeah, and I’m a CFA. I say I’m fine.” Realizing he’d given away a slice of information about himself, Linc grimaced, then moved his face away and sidestepped her as she tried to look at his lip. “Listen, you’re welcome for last night, but I don’t need your help and I don’t need breakfast. I just need to go.”
Lily gave up with a small sigh, pushed the kit back into Doug’s hands, and looked at her brother with her hands raised in a what-the-hell gesture.
“Breakfast?” Matt asked with a raised brow.
“I wanted to say thank you,” she argued, before moving after the guy she couldn’t get a read on. They’d spent months watching each other from afar. From the first moment Lily had noticed him in town, she’d been intrigued by him. But he always avoided her. Then they’re finally thrown into each other’s path and one moment, he was the white knight coming to her rescue, and the next, he was an impatient jerk spurning her efforts to treat his wounds.
“Where’s your car?” she called after him as he began trudging through the snow-covered streets.
“Don’t have one,” he responded, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning forward as he picked up his pace.
“So, you’re going to walk all that way?” There was no point pretending she didn’t know where he lived. It was a small town; everyone knew where everybody lived.
“That’s the plan,” he said, giving her a sidelong glance as she fell into step beside him, almost running to keep up.
“I can drive you.”
“No thanks.” He lengthened his stride, leaving her behind. She let out a huff of indignation. What was wrong with this guy? Would he seriously rather walk than accept a lift from someone he helped out?
“Ridiculous,” she muttered, trekking back to her truck and getting inside. The truck coughed to life and Lily hit the gas, quickly coming up beside him and slowing down. “Get in.” It