Raid (Unfinished Hero #3)(14)

He drew me out onto the porch, and I had just enough presence of mind to grab the door handle and pull it to as he did. I started across the porch, but stopped when his hand tightened in mine.

I turned back.

“You gonna lock it?” he asked.

I stared at him, moved my stare to the door then brought it back to him.

“Sorry?”

He shifted closer and my breath went faster. “You gonna lock the door?”

“Um… I never lock the door.”

It was Raiden’s turn to stare at me.

Then his hand gave mine a squeeze and he ordered, “Get your keys.”

“My keys?”

“Your keys,” he stated firmly.

He was hungry, and I had a feeling this discussion could go all night (with me losing), so I nodded, hustled to the door, went through and scurried to the kitchen. Since I never locked up (seeing as I didn’t have to; neither did Mom and Dad, we lived in the boonies for goodness sakes—unless they knew we were out there, no one came around) it took some doing, but I found a set of house keys and hurried back, walked through the door, closed and locked it.

I turned to him. “Ready.”

“While you were in there, you lock the back?” he asked.

I blinked.

He grinned.

I blinked again.

He leaned into me, tugged the keys from of my fingers and unlocked the door. He opened it, sauntered through and disappeared, then came back, locked the door, pocketed the keys and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s go,” he murmured.

We went, Raiden holding my hand as we walked across the porch and down the steps. Then he let me go, but only to swing his arm around my shoulders and pull me into his side as we moved to his Jeep.

Nice.

Nicer still, he walked me to the passenger side and opened the door for me.

Three boyfriends; not one opened any door for me.

Already phenomenal, Raiden Miller just kept getting better.

His hand cupped my elbow as I climbed in then he closed the door.

Definitely kept getting better.

I was buckled up when he swung in the other side. He started up, reversed at an angle and we took off.

“Talk to your grandmother today?” he asked, and I turned to him.

Holy Moses.

I was sitting next to Raiden in his Jeep.

I couldn’t believe it.

Beautiful. Him. The moment. Everything.

I didn’t have time to let that settle as deep as I wanted. I had to respond or he’d think I was a freak, staring at him silently but reverently.

“Yeah, I talk to her every day,” I answered.

“How’s she doin’?” he asked.

“Busy, seeing as she’s been calling everyone in town and half of her family in Louisiana to tell them she has a new yard boy.”

I watched him smile.

Yes.

Beautiful.

“Took half a year for her to open the door when I rang yesterday, another half followin’ her as she walked from the front to the back, slow as molasses. But the woman’s fingers work just fine,” Raiden said. “Had four people stop me today to say they thought it was cool I was seein’ to Miss Mildred’s yard.”

“She’s generous,” I shared. “Something exciting happens, she passes that love around.”

I watched his smile get bigger. Being there with him in his Jeep, going to dinner, knowing he thought I was cute and he was into me, living a dream I never thought I’d have, my nerves smoothed out and I looked forward.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Chilton’s,” Raiden answered.

My nerves came back.

Even though Chilton’s opened a town over ten years ago, I’d only been there once, the year before when my brother came from San Diego for a visit and brought his new fiancée with him.

The menu was a la carte. The cheapest steak was fifty dollars.

I didn’t know what Raiden did for a living, but I did know that even with twenty new boutiques I was shipping my afghans to, Chilton’s once every ten years was about as much as many people could afford. Including me.

So I wondered what he did for a living, and therefore wondered if he could afford Chilton’s. I also wondered what I should order since there was no way I was ordering a la carte, building on the foundation of a fifty dollar steak if I didn’t know how deep that would cut into his wallet.

“Mood in the Jeep suddenly veered south,” he remarked.

I looked at him. “Sorry?”

“You don’t seem fired up about Chilton’s,” he noted.

“Um, I am, of course. I’ve been there once before. It’s really nice but it’s…” What did I say? “Not exactly cheap.”

“You bought me a sexy dress, least I can do.”

I stared, my mouth dropping open.

Then I snapped it shut to ask, “How did you know this is a new dress?”

He glanced at me, back at the road, then his lips turned up. “Didn’t. Guessed. Now I do.”

I was totally an idiot.

I proved this more when I looked forward again, mumbling stupidly (but he probably figured it out already), “I also bought new shoes.”

My entire body went hot when he briefly touched the skin below my skirt at my knee and rumbled, “Appreciated, honey.”