As we climb back into Ryker’s truck after finishing our drinks, a heavy silence settles between us. Ryker shifts slightly in his seat, his thumb tapping a steady rhythm against the steering wheel.
‘What do you want to do now?’ he asks softly. He keeps his gaze fixed forward, giving me a perfect view of his masculine profile. ‘I can take you home or . . .’
‘Take me to your house, Ryker,’ I cut him off firmly.
The firefighter glances toward me. He studies my face, searching for any sign of hesitation, before he turns back toward the windscreen. A smile tugging at his lips as he twists the key, and the ignition fires to life with a low growl.
Pulling away from the curb, he offers me a small, knowing smile before merging into the light traffic. We head down the long stretch of road toward
