Totally ridiculous.
Just because he was kind to me yesterday and believed me when I told him that I was innocent, not the thief he’d thought I was, doesn’t mean anything’s changed.
Does it?
He’s still my boss. And he still doesn’t like me very much.
And I don’t like him.
Right?
“Hi, Kas.” It feels weird, saying his name. I nervously tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “What are you doing here? I mean…you’re here…and you’re not normally here, at the train station.”
Jesus…Daisy.
Kas laughs at my rambling.
His third laugh.
I made him laugh.
Yes, I’m glowing. And, yes, I’m counting his laughs.
It’s just so rare that I hear him laugh, and I like the way it makes me feel when he does, so I’m counting.
“I was nearby, running an errand,” he tells me. “I saw your train pull in. Thought I’d give you a ride. Save you from walking.”
Holy…wow.
The Kas of last week would never have thought to stop and give me a ride. Here is a guy who drove past me in the rain and splashed me with a puddle.
It’s a dry, sunny day, and he’s here, offering to drive me into work.
I might faint.
“Okay. Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”
He gives a gentle nod of his head in response, causing his hair to fall in his eyes. He brushes it back with his fingers, tucking his hair behind his ear. The sun catches on the strands, making it appear lighter than it is.
I wonder if his hair is as soft as it looks.
He’s sporting stubble today as well. It looks good on him. Makes him even more rugged and handsome.
God…he’s good-looking…
“Daisy?”
“Mmhmm?”
“Are you gonna get in the car, or are you just going to stand there, staring at me all day?”
And…there he is.
My face flushes bright red. “Oh, um…yeah, of course.” I fumble, reaching for the handle. I pull open the door and slide onto the leather seat.
I can’t believe I was staring at him.
For God’s sake, Daisy, stop mooning over him. Sure, he was nice yesterday and is being nice today, but it doesn’t mean anything.
Honestly, I’m starting to think that I prefer Kas-hole better. At least I knew where I stood with him. Kas-nice…confuses the crap out of me.
I put my bag in the footwell and put my seat belt on.
Kas starts the engine. Radiohead’s “Creep” comes on the stereo.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me, pulling away from the station.
He wants to know how I’m feeling?
“Much better. Thanks.” I glance at him. “I know I’ve said it already, but I just wanted to say again how sorry I am for what happened this weekend.”
“It’s fine, Daisy.”
I curl my fingers into my lap, listening to Thom Yorke’s haunting voice.
“I love this song,” I tell him.
He nods.
Okay…
“How was the rest of your weekend?” I ask, trying for something different.
“Okay.”
“What did you do?”
He glances at me. The look in his eyes is almost searching, and for some reason, it has me holding my breath.
He slides his eyes away from me and back to the road, and I suck in a much-needed breath.
“I went out for a ride.”
“On a horse?”
His lip twitches. “Yes, Daisy, on a horse.”
“I didn’t know you rode.”
“I do run a stable.”
“I know. I mean, I’ve not seen you ride. I just thought…I don’t know. I don’t ride. Cooper offered to teach me, but I don’t think I’d be any good.”
“Cooper offered to teach you?”
I feel Kas’s eyes burn through me. I bring my gaze to his. There’s something simmering in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.
He yanks his stare away before I get a chance to try.
“Yes, he, um…said if I wanted to learn, he’d take me out. On my lunch hour, of course.”
“I’ll teach you to ride.”
What?
“What?”
“You want to learn to ride. I’ll teach you.”
Wow…um…
“What about Cooper?”
I see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.
His eyes slide to mine, and he pins me with a look that makes me want to turn invisible.
“What about Cooper?” His tone screams pissed off.
Welp…
“Just…” I clear my suddenly dry throat. “Cooper offered first, is all, and I, um…” I trail off, licking my dry lips.
Kas’s eyes flash to my mouth and then off me completely, going back to the road.
“Cooper can’t ride for shit.” His voice is low.
He seems angry. For the life of me, I don’t know why.
But then when does Kas ever need a reason?
“Isn’t he your stable manager?”
“My parents hired him, not me.” He frowns.
Okay then…
“Be ready at one, and I’ll take you for a good ride.”
I laugh. I can’t help it.
I’m sorry, but it sounded dirty.
Or maybe I just have a dirty mind.
Kas’s confused gaze swings to mine, his brow lifting in question.
“Nothing,” I mutter, fluttering my hands, as I feel heat rise in my cheeks.
Kas must replay his words in his mind because, a second later, I see a light go on in his eyes.
“Horse ride,” he clarifies.