Jenna Mindel - Season of Redemption

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re a client, and I’m an intern. I shouldn’t have any personal contact with you outside of a professional or community setting.”

He gave her an odd look. “I’m only giving you a ride home. It’s a neighborly thing to do in this community.”

“It looks bad.”

Ryan scanned the heavy woods on one side of the road and open fields of bare cherry trees on the other. “No one’s around to see and I won’t say a word, okay?”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Give me ride.”

He’d called her bluff. And he’d made her mad to boot.

The tow truck slowed to a stop with a whoosh of air and the rattling idle of a diesel engine. If she worried about being seen with him, she might as well stay out of sight. “You’re cold. Why don’t you sit in my vehicle while I help this guy load up your car.”

She didn’t argue, even though she looked like she wanted to. Instead, she turned on worn-out work boots and headed for his truck.

He watched her. Whisper-thin, she held her chin high as she pulled open the door harder than needed and nearly knocked herself over in the process. Pert didn’t begin to describe Kellie Cavanaugh, and that made him smile.

* * *

Kellie fumed while she waited. She’d been totally unprofessional baiting Ryan that way. And riding home with him bordered on unethical. What was wrong with her?

She was tired. Tired from studying and even more tired of living on a shoestring budget. She glanced in the side mirror. Ryan walked toward her and the tow truck backed up. All done? That was fast.

She slipped out of the truck clutching her purse. “Wait, I need to pay the tow guy.”

Ryan waved her back. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all set.”

“What do you mean, it’s all set?”

“I know him.”

“What’s that mean?” She didn’t move.

Ryan gave her a harassed look. “It means what it means. Get in the truck.”

“Did you pay him? Tell me how much and I’ll pay you back.” Cash would be better, but she didn’t have anything more than a five in her wallet. She really shouldn’t write a check to a client.

Ryan stood in front of her, hands on his hips. “Will you just get in the truck?”

Kellie looked up at him. There was well over six feet of handsome man in front her and her heart took a tumble. She was supposed to be safer with him? Ha! She should have taken her chances with the tow guy.

She glanced down the road. Too late. Her car was already on its way to the only mechanic in LeNaro.

Ryan opened the passenger side door for her, and his expression softened. “Really, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” She narrowed her eyes.

“Sure it is. I won’t tell a soul.” Ryan leaned against the door dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt over a T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up on strong forearms.

She stared at those defined muscles for a second too long before looking back into his face. He was built solid as a brick wall but she felt safe. Protected.

Weird.

The breeze rustled the fallen leaves giving the growing darkness of dusk a spooky feel. She wouldn’t like walking on a night like this, that’s for sure. She finally nodded and climbed back in. “Okay.”

“Watch your feet,” he said before shutting the door.

She fumbled with her seat belt while he slipped in behind the wheel.

“So, where do you live?”

“A few miles down this road. 3312 Lakeshore.”

His eyebrows rose at the address and his expression soured.

She knew what he was thinking. Poor little rich girl living on the lake but can’t afford a tow truck? Well, she didn’t ask for his help and he could choke on paying her way.

Again, she gave herself a mental shake. What was it about him that dug so deep under her skin?

As they drove in silence, Kellie studied him. Ryan Marsh had a classic hero complex. No wonder he took his fiancée’s accident so hard. A guy like him would torture himself over not preventing it from happening.

Overprotective? You better believe it.

Overbearing? Yes, ma’am.

And way too easy to look at.

“What?” Ryan caught her staring.

“You can turn left after the next mailbox.” She pointed beyond the road, hoping to distract him from that quizzical look he gave her. Her cheeks felt way too warm.

He slowed down and then pulled into the long drive.

“You can let me out here.”

He kept going.

“Did you hear me? This is good.”

“Yeah, but I’d just as soon see you get in the door safe and sound.”

Yep, ridiculously overprotective.

Again, the image of him as a gallant knight ready to slay a lurking dragon flitted through her mind. It was a refreshing change from what she’d been used to—guys who didn’t even bother to open doors. Ryan reminded her of what she’d always dreamed of—a prince who’d rescue her from the darkness. She quickly shook away those girlish thoughts. She’d learned that fairy tales didn’t come true and had the scars to remind her of that.

He slowed to a stop, but the rumbling sound of his huge truck would no doubt alert her landlady to their presence.

“Great. Now I’ll have some explaining to do to Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Who’s she?”

Kellie savored the moment to rub his nose in her situation and wipe away his poor-little-rich-girl impression. “She’s the elderly lady I live with. Rent a room from actually.”

Ryan gave her a swift look of surprise. She’d scored a hit. “How are you getting to work tomorrow?”

None of your business. But Kellie smiled sweetly instead. “I have a bike.”

Again, another look of surprise. “A motorcycle?”

“No. A bicycle.”

He frowned.

“It’s not too far to bike to town. I’ve done it before.” Several times in fact, to save on gas money. She slipped out of the truck before he could respond. Before he could recommend a different solution. “Thanks for the ride.”

Running up the walkway to the porch, Kellie turned and waved. True to his word, Ryan remained parked in Mrs. Wheeler’s driveway until she slipped into the house.

“Mrs. Wheeler? I’m home.” Home—yeah right.

It had been years since Kellie knew what a real home felt like. When she and her brother were little, there’d been happy times in their Grand Rapids area home. Especially at Christmas, her favorite holiday. They’d pile into the car and drive north of the city to hike into the woods and chop down a tree. Kellie and her mom took hours to decorate it. And she’d drink and eat her fill of hot chocolate and Christmas cookies.

A slender, white-haired woman peeked around the corner. “Oh. Kellie. I’m glad you made it. I started to worry.”

That was nice of her, but Kellie knew better. Mrs. Wheeler was more concerned about having her home after dark so she wouldn’t be all alone in her big house.

“My car broke down, so I got a ride.”

“From who?” The elderly woman looked horrified.

“Someone from work.” That’s all her landlady needed to know.

“Good. A young girl like you can’t be too careful, you know.”

“True. And I am careful. Well, good night.” Kellie turned to go to her rented room but hesitated when it looked like her landlady wanted to say more.

“All right then. I’m headed for bed and the TV. I’m glad you’re home.” Mrs. Wheeler usually made her way upstairs at nine-thirty on the dot. Every night. Tonight, she was early. Surely, the woman hadn’t worried herself sick. Kellie wasn’t used to anyone worrying over her.

“Are you feeling okay, Mrs. Wheeler?”

“Just a little tired today.”

Kellie narrowed her gaze. The woman looked healthy as a horse. She gave her landlady’s arm a quick and awkward pat. “Okay then, sleep well.”