The bedroom door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it, coffee mug trembling in my hand.
This was ridiculous. I should tell him to leave.
Curiosity got the better of me, and before I could overthink it, I was already tugging on a pair of jeans and a sweater.
“Care to tell me why I’m wearing these jeans?”Instead of watching you get on your knees and slip them off of me?
The sex I understood. It was easy. Black and white.
This version of Isaac—fully dressed, unnaturally calm—was making me nervous.
He gave me an appreciative look before finishing his coffee and setting the cup in the sink. “No.”
He took my hand, dragging me through the living room, out the front door, and down the steps. A small black truck was parked under the house beside my car, idling with the keys in the ignition.
“Get in,” he said, holding open the passenger door for me.
“This feels like one of those stranger danger moments I was warned about as a child.”
His fingertips pressed into my lower back, guiding me into the seat. “I would hardly call us strangers.”
I resisted, grabbing the door and twisting to glare at him. “I’m not just going to blindly get into your truck. I have things to do today.”
“What things?” He leaned against the truck, examining his nails like he had all the time in the world.
I reached for an excuse, coming up painfully blank. “Fine.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Give in just because I’m pushing.” He tipped my chin up. “Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t want anything.”
“Wrong. Try again.”
I tried to break free, but he tightened his grip. Not painful, just firm. “What is your problem?”
“Getting closer,” he sang.
I slapped his hand away. “I want to know where we’re going.”
Isaac smiled. “Fishing.”
“We’re going…fishing?” I searched for any way this could be an innuendo, my eyes sliding from his face to the tackle box in the bed of his truck.
He was serious.
“Yes. Now do you want to come, or not?”
The inside of his truck smelled like hot food when I climbed into the passenger seat. “What’s that smell?”
Isaac leaned behind his seat, fetching a plastic bag and dropping it in my lap. “Breakfast.”
I reached inside, finding half a dozen foil wrapped burritos. “You brought me breakfast?”
“Why do you sound surprised?”