How much longer could she pretend to work before venturing out for his company?
Focus, Kate.
She stared at the words in front of her, but her mind was on the steady sound of footsteps arriving outside the dining room again.
Tap, tap.
She looked up to see Dominic waiting on the other side of the glass doors. That man was damned temptation.
“Come in,” she said. As if she could deny his company.
In a red flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up above his forearms again —why even bother with long sleeves?—he had a down-to-earth appeal. “I’m heading out to the dump. Wanna ta
ke a break? We could stop and get something to eat.”
“The dump, huh?” He had to be kidding, right? “Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I’m going to take a pass. Besides”—she glanced outside her window at the dark sky that had consumed the bright sun of earlier—“you’re not going to make it without being hit with a torrent of rain.”
He grinned. “I like to live dangerously. Come on. You’ve got to eat. My treat. Besides, there was something I wanted to show you.”
“Like what?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll have to come with me.”
Said the spider to the fly.
But, God help her, she really, really wanted to go.
She looked at the work scattered around her. She supposed she’d gotten more than enough done for now. There was always later. Who wouldn’t want to spend their afternoon at the city dump? At least it would be an unlikely place for her to suddenly lose control of her hormones and maul him.
“Let me get my jacket.”
The inside of the truck shook when Dominic slammed the tailgate closed. That had been faster than she’d expected since, between Dominic and a couple guys from the dump, they’d made quick work of unloading the haul. He climbed inside and buckled up before easing the truck from the dock.
Just in time, apparently, as the dark skies that had threatened rain for the past hour suddenly released their torrents. She loved a good rainstorm. Especially when she was still dry and cozy and warm inside.
“You know, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I had envisioned acres of rotting garbage and the putrid smell of waste. And what do you know, my appetite is still intact.”
“Good. Because I’m starving.”
“Okay, so where are we going?”
He flicked the windshield wipers on and threw a smile at her. “All in good time. I thought we’d stop and pick up the food on the way. How does Chinese sound?”
“I’ll eat just about anything.”
“There’s a menu in the glove box. Have a look.”
She opened it to find a handful of different takeout menus. Mexican, pizza, Thai, Jimmy John’s, and Chinese. He obviously came prepared. She wondered briefly what else she might find in the glove box but didn’t think he’d take kindly to her snooping and shut it reluctantly.
Kate perused the menu while the bluesy twang of Emmylou Harris flooded the cab.
Thirty minutes later, a bag of Chinese food was nestled at her feet, and the aroma of sweet and sour filled the truck. With the steady beat of rain on the windows and top of the cab combined with the music and gentle swaying of the truck, Kate’s eyes grew heavy.
This was nice. But drowsy as she was, she kept her attention on the scenery, especially when Dominic turned off the main road and they ascended a smaller road that wound higher and higher up the canyon. At least the road seemed to be recently paved.
It took her a moment to realize they’d reached their destination when Dominic put the car in park and looked over at her. “Ready?”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “For what?”