Free Someone Someday (All in Good Time Book 2) by Brooke St. James Page B

to see if I was, in fact, going that way. I almost made any number of excuses to avoid it because I was sure I looked terrible and didn't smell very good either. But then I glanced at Jason, who was smiling confidently as if he knew for a fact that my answer would be no.
    "Sure," I said. "But my car's tiny, so you might have to squeeze in."
    His mouth curved upward again. "That's not a problem. Let me run these keys inside to Nick and tell him I got a ride. I'll be right back."
    He took off, leaving Jason and I standing there. Jason looked annoyed. "I can't believe he put you on the spot like that. You don't have to bring him anywhere, you know."
    "You already said that," I said. "I'm a big girl, Jay, I would have said no if I didn't want to do it."
    He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
    "Thanks for partnering with me tonight. I had fun." He could tell by my tone that I was saying goodbye.
    "I had fun too. We'll have to hang out outside the gym sometime."
    "Yeah," I said, in my usual non-committal way.
    "I guess I just have to ask you for a ride," he said.
    That made me giggle a little. "Night, Jason," I said.
    "Night."
    Jason reluctantly headed for his bike as Morgan approached wearing a huge grin. "You sure you don't mind?" he asked.
    "I don't mind, but I should warn you that I'm sweaty and gross."
    "I don't think you're gross," he said. He followed me to my little car and stood by the passenger's side while I dug for my keys and pushed the button to unlock the door. He was huge, and it was comical watching him squeeze his long legs into the tiny car.
    It crossed my mind as I watched him sit down and adjust the seat that he was a total stranger who could easily overpower me. I couldn't believe it had taken me this long to worry about that. I had been so taken away with making Jason shut up that I agreed to give Morgan a ride without using any common sense.
    I told myself a famous athlete couldn't afford to do anything stupid, but that didn't stop me from checking the door pocket to make sure my mace and pocketknife were well within reach. The sun was setting as I pulled out of the parking lot.
    Morgan Turner smelled good. Not overpowering like Jason, but he was definitely clean and that was more than I could say for myself. It was a beautiful evening, so I decided to crack the windows just in case.
    "You'll have to tell me where to go," I said.
    "It depends on what you want to do."
    I glanced at him from over the console with a perplexed expression. "I thought I was giving you a ride to your house."
    "It's rare that I get a night off." I was focused on the road, so I wasn't looking at him when he continued, "I figured we could grab a bite to eat and maybe talk about your boxing skills."
    I laughed as if he must surely be joking. "What boxing skills?"
    "Oh, come on, don't be so humble."
    I shook my head with a shy smile. "Well, I'm not sure if you're being serious about dinner, but there's no way I could go anywhere like this."
    "I was being serious," he said. "I'm hungry." He motioned by pointing out the windshield for me to turn left. "There's a Mexican grocery store right over here. Let's grab a couple of tacos and sit outside to eat them."
    I turned without argument. I wasn't sure why I was going along with everything he said. He was confident and forward, which I usually despised, but there was an underlying sweetness to his demeanor that put me at ease.
    "I can't believe I'm doing this," I said pulling into the small grocery store.
    "Have you eaten here before," he asked.
    "No. I didn't even know this place was here."
    "You'll love it," he said. "You'll thank me for introducing you."
    He held the door open for me as we walked inside. It was one of those places where no one spoke English and they were sort of a little bit mad at you for not being able to communicate with them properly. I'd eaten at one other place like this, but told myself I wouldn’t go back unless I brought a translator.
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