sure the weather event was dying down. “What are you doing in Central Texas? You didn’t take the job you interviewed for.”
“How do you know?”
“Austin’s not that big of a place.” He clamped his lips together before he gave away the fact that he’d looked for her, tried to find out where she was working. He’d checked every hospital and practice he could find in Austin and the surrounding area that had anything to do with neurology. He’d found nothing. For the second time, she’d chosen to disappear from his life. At this point, he wasn’t interested in renewing her acquaintance.
“I did take the job. With Scott Walker and Associates. I just didn’t report to work until a few months ago. There were some things I needed to take care of first.”
Scott Walker. The name sounded very familiar. Of course, he’d most certainly contacted them when he’d looked high and low for her. “I’m surprised an employer would give you so much leeway.”
Jensen pressed her lips together. “I’m good at what I do.”
Clint snorted. “Yes, you are. I can personally vouch for that.”
“Stop it.” She glanced at him and noticed the stern set of his jaw. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize my car and keep on driving.”
“I’d forgotten what you drove. In fact, I almost didn’t recognize you.” More lies. He hadn’t forgotten one damn thing about her. Not her car. Her scent. Not how her skin felt beneath his fingertips. Not how it felt to come deep inside of her.
“I’ve lost weight.”
“Weight you couldn’t afford to lose.” His comment was ludicrous. She was as beautiful as ever.
Jensen jerked around at his insult and found him staring at her with narrowed eyes. Self-conscious, she dropped her gaze, then stiffened when she saw how her clothes were clinging to her body.
She knew he didn’t know. He couldn’t see through her blouse.
Yet, she hunched her shoulders, instinctively seeking to protect herself, hiding her body from his view. “Well, don’t look at me then.” How infuriating that he was more handsome than the last time she saw him.
“Good idea.” Clint checked out the window, making sure they were still in the clear.
“Have you been well?”
“There’s no need for small talk,” he snapped.
“All right.” Jensen grabbed onto the edge of the pale pink camisole she wore, tugging on it. When she felt the material cling to her chest, she automatically let it go.
“I’m fine. No concussions. My brain is functioning at full capacity.”
“I doubt that,” she let out a slight scoff. “No one who chooses to play football is playing with a full deck.”
“Still on your same soapbox, I see.”
“I wish you could see what I’ve seen, the results of the autopsies, you’d change your tune.”
He couldn’t think about that now – all he could think about was her. “Where can I take you?”
“I live on the north side of Lake Georgetown. I was taking the scenic route home.”
“Yea, me too. I was heading to Jarrell to check on some property when I came upon you.”
“Well, don’t go out of your way. Please. You can let me off at any service station or convenience store. I can call an Uber.” Checking out their surroundings, she realized they were in the middle of nowhere. “Don’t go out of your way, though. If it’s more convenient for me to ride along with you to check on your property, that’s fine too.”
Clint let out a harsh breath. Spending any more time with her than necessary was probably a bad idea. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a place to put her out, unless it was the middle of a field of cotton – which was a little bit tempting. “I’ll make it fast, then see you home.”
“Thank you.” Jensen closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. She was so very aware of his presence. Even his scent was familiar and arousing. Images of their night together bombarded her mind. She could no more forget the pleasure he’d given her than she could forget to breathe.
“Were you the one who almost ran me off the road on 2341?”
His question caused her to jerk around to stare at him. She’d forgotten about that. “Oh, this was the black truck that came plowing around the curve like a bat out of hell.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t speeding.”
“Oh, yes you were.”
He snorted but said no more.
When she felt the silence become awkward, Jensen pushed her still damp hair over her shoulder. “You went to school in Waco. Did you grow up there?”
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