Jennie Townsend would be a much bigger challenge then he’d anticipated. He hadn’t expected her to be so kind and beautiful and, worst of all, he had been completely caught off guard by the feel of her hand in his. He never should’ve touched her fingers. No skin contact, that rule had been made painfully clear to him. Already he’d been too cavalier. He would be more careful next time.
Nate easily maneuvered her car through the parking lot now that it was mostly empty and drove home, where he knew he would eventually have to face Celeste, not to mention find someone willing to stay open late enough to fix Jennie’s car. No matter how he looked at it, he had a long night ahead of him.
Chapter 5
The next morning Nate found Jennie waiting in the parking lot where they’d previously agreed to meet. She greeted him with a warm smile as she climbed out of his car. She looked beautiful, somehow happier more full of life than she had just twenty-four hours earlier. Nate knew his angelic presence could have that effect on people. After he pulled her small car into the spot she’d saved, she walked around to inspect the repairs. She was stunned—the car looked untouched, and the metal of the bumper was perfect and unblemished. Jennie looked at him with naked surprise showing in her eyes.
“It looks amazing,” she said.
“I told you I had connections,” he bragged playfully.
“Yeah; they’re good, too.”
Jennie walked back over and gently placed his keys in the palm of his hand wrapped in a piece of paper that had her name and phone number written on it.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, leaning in so he could hear it. Nate could smell the scent of her perfume, something with jasmine blended with a sweet citrus. He tried not to think about it.
“You’re welcome,” he said, stepping back a little to help clear his head. “I try to always keep my promises.”
Again, his words triggered her suspicion. Teenage boys rarely kept their promises unless they got something out of it. Who was this guy? She intended to find out, if nothing else to quiet her curiosity, which was piqued the minute he took her hand. In fact, she had been thinking about it all night.
“So,” she began, trying to keep it casual, “where do you eat lunch?”
Nate saw the opportunity that was coming. “I’m so new here; I haven’t really found a great place to eat yet. Any suggestions?” As if the entire discussion were preplanned, her response was perfect.
“Why don’t you come to lunch with us today? My treat. Besides, I really do owe you. Neither of us was paying attention yesterday; it was partly my fault.”
Nate grinned at her confession, causing her to blush. “I was wondering when you would take responsibility,” he teased.
Jennie couldn’t think of a good comeback so she just laughed. Across the parking lot, the warning bell rang, letting them know it was almost time for school to begin. Jennie grabbed her backpack out of Nate’s car and made sure her own car was locked before walking with Nate toward the entrance of the school.
“Meet me here at lunch,” she said as they walked briskly side by side. When they reached the gates, Jennie knew they would need to go their separate ways soon. Just before they walked through, she reached out and put her hand on Nate’s bare forearm to get his attention. Immediately, that same sensation began to course through her but left as soon as she recoiled in surprise.
“What is it?” he asked, completely unaware that his touch was affecting her.
Quickly she forced herself to focus on her original question. There was one question that had burdened her all night and now was her chance to get an answer from Nate.
“Did you mean it when you said you just wanted my friendship?”
Nate turned to her and locked into her gaze. Her eyes gave away her vulnerability. Nate had been thinking about her all night, too. Nate quickly reminded himself why he was here—to protect her