He parked his truck next to Abby’s vehicle and hopped out. She was about twenty feet away, leaning against a white van. Her hair was pulled back in some sort of twist. He had the urge to remove the clip and run his fingers through it.
Trent was so focused on her, he almost missed the man who was striding toward her. He chuckled to himself. No woman had ever been able to distract him like Abby had. Maybe that was why he’d never settled down and gotten married. No one had ever called to him like she had.
She glanced in his direction and smiled. There was a nervous edge to it. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He kept his eyes on her and ignored the other man. Something was bothering her and he didn’t like not knowing what it was.
Abby straightened her shoulders. “Thank you for coming so fast.”
“Not a problem
