Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,8
me in a moment of weakness. Don’t think this means there will be other dates after this,” I warned him as I bent over and lifted a foot to slip my first shoe on. He’d gone quiet, so I glanced his way when I put the other one on and caught him staring at my ass.
Now that’s more what I expected from an athlete. Inwardly, I sighed. I knew Sergio was right and I was completely stereotyping, but it was difficult not to.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked in a dry tone. His eyes shot to mine, and he had the nerve to boldly grin.
“Definitely,” he admitted, and I rolled my eyes before I grabbed my small purse. It barely held my phone, a tiny wallet, and a tube of lipstick. Thankfully, my front door had a code access, so I didn’t need to bring keys.
“Well, let’s get this over with.”
“Gee, don’t sound so enthused. You’re bruising my ego something fierce again.” He put on an exaggerated pout so ridiculous it made me laugh.
When he placed a hand on my lower back, the heat of his touch seemed to burn through the velvet of my dress. It threw me so much, I stumbled slightly on the uneven old porch.
“I could fix those loose boards if you wanted,” he offered. My head whipped his way in shock. Who was this guy?
“They’re fine. I’ll talk to my grandparents about it.” I paused at the steps. “Whoa. Nice car.”
He had been driving a big truck the night before. Now there was a shiny, cherry-red Porsche 911 GT3 sitting in front of my small house. How did I know? Because it was my brother’s dream car.
He held my hand as I carefully descended the three steps to my paver-block sidewalk.
“Thanks. I picked it up last week,” he replied as he opened my door.
Impressed, I slid into the smooth leather seat. “My brother is going to die when I tell him I rode in this.”
“Why’s that?” he asked as he waited for me to tuck my feet into the car.
“This is his dream car.”
“Maybe I could meet him sometime and let him drive it.”
In shock, I darted my gaze to him. He seemed completely serious, and I laughed.
“He’s fourteen. I doubt you want him driving this.”
He chuckled as he closed my door and rounded the front of the sleek car.
“Wow, okay, well maybe I could take him for a spin. I guess I didn’t realize he would be so much younger than you.” He turned in my direction after he started the vehicle.
“He was an oopsie baby. I’d been the baby until he came along.”
“How many other siblings?” he asked as he started to pull out. My grandparents were just pulling in, and inwardly, I groaned. I pasted a bright smile on my face and waved.
“Keep going or we’ll never get out of here,” I said through my smile. It was going to mean the Spanish Inquisition tonight, because I knew they’d be stopping by.
Great.
“Your grandparents, I’m assuming?” he asked, and I shot him a glance.
“Yeah. And in answer to your question, I have an older sister, Crimson, and my younger brother is Jett.”
“Seriously?” He didn’t laugh, and I looked his way again. Most people laughed. He looked fascinated. “Don’t tell me your last name is Black.”
It was my turn to grin. “No, it’s Reynolds, but that’s my brother’s middle name.”
His mouth fell open. “No shit?”
“No shit,” I confirmed.
“Your parents must seriously have something for colors,” he said as he changed lanes to pass.
“Well, my sister and I are named for two of the colors on the Texas flag. My dad wanted to name my brother White, but Mom put her foot down. So they compromised on Jett Black so his name fit with ours,” I explained with a giggle.
“Okay, that’s weird but also somehow very cool.”
“You say that because your name isn’t Bleu. Do you know how much shit I got growing up? My name was Bleu and my hair was flaming red.” I sighed.
“Is your sister a ginger too? Is that why they named her Crimson?”
“Of course not. She’s a blonde. She won the genetic lottery. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, beautiful.” Again, I sighed. I loved my sister, and we were best friends, but she did make me wish I looked more like her.
“You’re beautiful too,” he insisted, and I was speechless. People didn’t tell me I was beautiful. Well, people that weren’t related to me, that is. Pretty sure my jaw was in