“What did you need, dear?” Aunt Mary asked.
“Oh, I didn’t pack hangers and was wondering where the closest store was?” She focused on Mary, anything to not stare at this too-hot-to-be-here man in the kitchen.
“That would still be Gersham’s down on Main Street. I have to head there to order the part for your disposal if you’d like a ride?” Of course, it was Mason who answered. And a ride, really? Lord knew she wanted to go for a ride. Wait, where had that thought come from? How unlike her; must be the nerves.
“I don’t want to impose. I can head down there later.”
“No imposing at all. Grab your bag and hop in the truck.” Interesting how the words he chose said he made the decision, but the tone made it clear it was still her call.
Grabbing her bag, she let Hunter know she would be right
