Page 78 of Rewrite
Nick laughed. “I stepped into the bathroom to change. The guys at the firehouse love to bust my chops for doing this.”
“What other stuff are we gonna make?” Jack called from the backseat, keeping a tight grip on his project.
Nick’s chest rumbled with a hearty laugh that I didn’t find even a little sexy. “I love the enthusiasm, buddy. Lots of stuff. And we’ll be going hiking and camping, too.”
“I can’t wait to go camping!” Jack beamed at Nick. “I bet there are spiders and ants.”
Shaking my head, I draped my hand over my eyes. “I’m sure there are, kiddo.”
Nick snickered at me as I cringed.
“You put that car together like a champ. Faster than most of the dads in there, that’s for sure.” Nick raised an impressed eyebrow at me.
I let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I do a lot to keep ahead of most of the dads. That way, my son doesn’t miss out on anything.”
Nick nodded. “So, it’s just you—”
“Yep, just me and Jack.” I shut the back door and turned back to Nick. “Sorry, I couldn’t place you at first. I’m surprised you recognized me.”
“Well.” Nick stepped closer to me and offered a sheepish grin. “Like I said that night, you’re beautiful.” Nick gave me a generous glimpse of his dimples as my cheeks heated from the compliment. “Have a good night,” he said, before traipsing away.
I sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine, reeling at how forward he was. Or maybe he wasn’t; maybe I was just an awkward mess around men in general. I turned him down five years ago, and he’d said, “Another night, then.”
It wasn’t another night yet because I was still stuck in the same sad life.
