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lit in her eyes. “I think maybe that
would be the better idea.”
    Of course, she did. “Well, then get what you
need. I’ll drive you home. Do you have someone who can drive you
back here to get your car tomorrow?”
    “I have a whole family at my beck and
call.”
    That she did, no matter how dysfunctional he
thought her family was, she had them, and they looked out for each
other. He knew that first hand. In the few months in which he’d
known he shared blood with Eric Walker, he’d been included in that
family. He still wasn’t used to it, but it was nice.
    “Well then, let’s head out,” he said before
she could lure him any further into the dress shop and make him any
more uncomfortable looking at her float from side to side.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Pickup trucks were supposed to be amazing,
Pearl thought as she held on tightly to the door as Tyson drove
down the street. His pickup had to be as old as he was. Hadn’t she
seen him driving a beautiful, brand new truck? Why did he bring the
one from the ranch into town?
    Because he was a simple man, that was why. He
had nothing to prove to anyone she realized very quickly on the
quiet drive.
    She’d given him the vaguest of directions,
yet he’d driven right to her townhouse.
    “Can you make it in?” he asked as he pulled
to the curb and put the truck in park.
    “I’m okay. But would you like to come in for
a little bit?” She had to offer. The afternoon wasn’t ending the
way she’d hoped it would.
    “I have things to do. I need to get back to
work.”
    “Right.” She fished for her keys again. She
should get a clasp for her keys that she could hook into her purse.
“Thanks for the company this afternoon. I appreciate it.”
    “Sure.”
    “I’ll have the tuxes in a few days before the
wedding. I’m sure Susan will pick them up and have them for
you.”
    “Works for me.”
    She was stalling here, and he wasn’t buying
into it with his short answers.
    “Don’t forget to talk to Eric’s brothers
about that bachelor’s party.”
    “Right. I’ll do that,” he said again with his
fingers gripped around the steering wheel.
    She had to keep reminding herself that she
needed to get out of the damn truck, but she didn’t want to.
Something was pulling at her, and she wanted to be right there with
him. Perhaps that’s why she decided to lean across the bench seat,
rest her hand on Tyson’s cheek, and turn his head until her lips
were poised right at his.
    She saw the surprise in his wide open eyes as
she gently pressed her lips to his.
    She lingered only long enough to satisfy that
immediate need that buzzed inside of her.
    His eyes were still wide when she pulled
away. “Thanks again,” she said as she opened the door and hurried
out of the truck.
     
    Breathe. Breathe. Tyson told himself
as he watched Pearl slowly walk to the front door of her house,
with her shoes in her hand.
    He kept his grip on the steering wheel and
did just as he told himself to do as he watched her open the door
and disappear inside.
    Then, for another moment, he sat there until
the tingle she’d left on his lips subsided.
    Maybe it would be a good idea to go inside
and make sure she was okay. Obviously, she'd had too much to drink
to drive home. Perhaps she shouldn’t be alone.
    Forcing himself to put the truck into drive,
he pulled away from the curb. No, she was just fine. He’d already
spent too much of his day with the woman and damn it, he had
responsibilities. As far as he should be concerned, this had all
been a waste of his day.
     
    Pearl watched him drive away from the small
window next to the door. What had she done?
    She’d acted like an idiot, that’s what she’d
done. Why in the world had she gotten so worked up over him?
    Walking away from the door, she went to the
kitchen and pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Her
steady craft beer buzz was wearing off. Maybe she should have just
stayed at work and brought her car home