CHAPTER FOUR
Although she did not comment on it, her rapid blinking let him know Karli had heard it, and he’d winced internally. What the hell do I say now?
She’d stared at him for a long moment, then gently withdrew her hand and said quietly, “Are you ready to go?”
Dammit. I made her uncomfortable. Great job, Jordan, he berated himself in his head as he’d nodded and told her, “Whenever you are.”
Now he sat in her driveway, putting his truck’s transmission into park, and racking his brain for a way to undo the awkwardness he’d shoved into their perfectly nice time together.
“So,” he began, “let me walk you to the door.”
“You don’t have to,” she protested.
“I know I don’t. But I want to,” he answered, and in a flash was out of his truck, moving around to the passenger door to open it
