“Tyler,” she said almost pleadingly.
“Alright, alright,” he said, hands up in surrender. “Your wish, my command. Hop in.”
He opened the passenger door for her, though he had to move a few scattered items to make room for her: a tape measure, a couple of wooden planks, an energy drink can, and a toolbox that looked like it weighed more than her entire purse collection.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said, finally tossing a cloth over the seat. “Didn’t think I’d be playing chauffeur tonight.”
Roxie tried not to laugh but failed, her nerves melting a little. “It’s fine. Adds to the charm.”
Tyler grinned as she climbed in, then shut the door behind her. He glanced once more at Lucas, who hadn’t moved, then muttered under his breath as he got into the driver’s seat, “Guy looks like he stepped
