Free Neighbors (Entangled Flirts) by L.S. Murphy

attracted to him. It might be the last thing she needed.
    It’s all about the money. It’s all about the money. Owen Savoy was a have; she was a have-not. They were from completely different worlds. Attraction was a useless emotion.
    With a deep breath, she went to the driver’s side and climbed in. “Denny is my brother,” she said, answering his earlier question. “Our full names are horrific.”
    She saw him smile in the rearview mirror. Hot damn. He was sexy when he smiled. He had perfectly even, straight teeth. He probably even flossed regularly.
    He smothered the smile quickly. Damn. “What are your real names?”
    “It’s a secret. We don’t tell anyone our full names.” She twisted in her seat to face him. Big mistake. “Now, where can I take you, Mr. Savoy?” The pull of attraction made her words sound breathless and full of unexpected meaning. Where can I take you? Nice, Remy . Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice.
    “First, can we go get something to eat? Do you have In-N-Out Burgers here?” He looked around the airport as if suddenly unsure of where he was.
    Remy raised her eyebrows. How would it be to travel so much you looked disconcerted with where you actually were? Envy wriggled through her heart. “I can take you to an In-N-Out.”
    He nodded and pulled open a laptop, apparently done with the chitchat. As Denny had predicted, today would be a day she spent in quiet contemplation. Other than him muttering and moving his papers around after consulting his laptop, Owen didn’t talk. The minutes stretched on and on without any attempts at conversation.
    What were the odds she’d be able to keep her mouth shut for the entire day? Nil. Maybe that’s why he liked Denny. Denny could be quiet. Her jaw hurt from the effort she’d expended keeping it shut. She normally talked her way through the whole day.
    Okay, then. She spent the short drive trying to get a read on him and minimize how many times he frowned in response to her driving. A widely banked turn made him frown. If her turn signal was on long enough to intrude on his concentration, his head would pop up and he’d stare at the scenery with a scowl. A few times, she caught quick looks at the speedometer. Cute. But not really. Okay, it was a little cute.
    “Drive-thru?” she asked when they arrived.
    “Yes, but then park, so I can explain my schedule while we’re eating.”
    Huh, apparently they were eating. No wonder Denny liked this job so much—you kept Denny’s stomach full, and he was happy. Plus, she assumed since he’d offered, she wouldn’t have to pay for it. She sighed at the mental intrusion money had become. Every thought. Every action. She flicked a glance in her mirror—something he probably couldn’t relate to.
    Maybe Owen would loosen up after he’d eaten. Maybe he was like Denny in that.
    “I’ll order,” he insisted.
    Remy pulled forward so his window lined up with the speaker.
    “A number one, hold the onions and tomato, and can I get the lettuce in between the top patty and the second patty? It’s cleaner that way.”
    The cashier sounded bemused as she asked, “What to drink?”
    Owen glanced at the drink holder in trepidation as if doubting it was up to the task. “Just water. Can you repeat that back to me, please?”
    Remy covered her smile with her hand and tried to look nonchalant as the cashier repeated his order back, down to the lettuce placement.
    “You don’t want your fries Animal Style?” Hopefully he didn’t catch the hint of innuendo she’d been surprised to hear in her voice.
    He raised an eyebrow.
    “Melted cheese, their spread, and then grilled onions on top,” Remy explained.
    He snorted and shook his head.
    She should have expected that. He probably preferred his life the opposite from Animal Style. Good to know. Might help her kill this weird attraction she was fighting.
    “What do you want?” he asked.
    For you to loosen up. To not be wondering if his lips were soft or firm