Free Rev (Jack 'Em Up #4) by Shauna Allen Page A

guy?”
    “Yes. It was just some minor differences in the set of his eyes. His hair.” I stifled the shiver that wanted to race through my body every time I thought of that face and how it echoed my most painful memories.
    He acknowledged my words, but his body had become tense, his jaw tight. I opened my door. “Well, I should get to work. Thanks for the ride. And breakfast. And helping with my truck,” I added with a smile. “Guess I owe you big time.”
    He loosened up a tad and waved me off. “You don’t owe me a thing. Have a good day. I’ll let you know about the truck as soon as I figure something out.”
    I nodded and watched him drive away. I peered around the half-full lot as a strange sensation crawled over me like a cold fog. There was not a soul in sight, but I still felt eyes on me. Watching me.
    Cursing my overactive imagination, I went inside the station and got to work.
    It was quiet since it was the weekend, but a few officers and staff still milled about, their conversation humming pleasantly. Several phone calls and a meeting with a robbery victim kept me busy the rest of the morning, giving me hardly any time to think of Micah.
    Of his kiss.
    “Yes, ma’am,” I said to the caller on the tip line. “I’m sure your cat does have a good sense of smell—” I glanced up and waved as Officer Varga passed me on his way out the door. I listened to the elderly woman another moment then decided to give up. No point in arguing that cats can’t sniff out perpetrators. “Well, thank you. I will make a note of this and pass it along to the detectives.”
    That seemed to appease her and she finally hung up. In a spare moment, I checked my email and found one from the college. A thrill raced up my spine along with a healthy dose of fear as I contemplated this new venture. It would be the first time I’d done something simply for myself since leaving Nolan. The thought was exhilarating. I wanted it so bad.
    I made notes of the supply and book list and start date for the online class. I was still grinning when my cell buzzed with a text.
    Your truck is done. New starter and refilled fluids. Key in glovebox . . . figured its safe in police station parking lot.
    I leapt up and raced to the front windows. Sure enough, there was my truck. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he washed it, too. My heart melted at his thoughtfulness.
    Thank you so much , I typed back. How much do I owe you?
    Somehow, I knew what he’d say before he replied. Nothing.
    I rolled my eyes and plopped back into my chair. Knock it off, Micah. I know starters aren’t free . . . how much?
    Nothing for several minutes. I didn’t think he was going to answer. Then, my phone buzzed with a reply. I snatched it up, read his response. Froze. Reread.
    Dinner?
    My stomach tied itself up into about a hundred tiny knots. He was asking me out?
    A date? I managed with trembling fingers.
    A date , he confirmed.
    Holyshit Holyshit Holyshit. I peeked up as if searching for someone to verify I wasn’t dreaming. How could this possibly be?
    Is that a no?
    I realized I’d waited too long to answer, and with my fingers on fire, I typed back a quick NO!
    Shit.
    I meant no, it’s not a no , I added, feeling like an idiot. It’s a yes.
    Nothing.
    YES! : ) I added to be sure he understood my gibberish.
    I thought I would throw up the longer it took him to reply. I was making great leaps in overcoming my sordid past, but it killed me that maybe I’d blown it so soon.
    Sorry . . . customer came in , he finally sent. Then, Dinner? Tuesday night after class?
    In case you missed it, YES. : )
    ; )
    I floated through the rest of my day like a swoony schoolgirl. Micah had actually, finally, asked me out. Holy Wow.
    I couldn’t wait to tell the girls. On my way out to my truck after work, I pulled my phone from my purse to text Delilah. With a grin, I slid in and opened the glovebox for my key. I started the engine and pulled up my cousin’s number