Tight Knit (25 page)

I’m staring again. 

I clear my throat and run my hand through my hair, messing it up and tossing it to the side. At school, the hair toss gets me pretty much whatever I want. I don’t know why guys like long hair so much, but whatever. If it works...

“So why are you hangin’ out in my stable?” I smile my best smile and jut my hip out, forgetting I’m wearing mom jeans. 

“I hiked out here.” He shrugs.

“Why? It’s like 25 miles to town.” 

“Because I’m supposed to start work for your father tomorrow. Just wanted to see some of the countryside.”

I’m about to ask why, because everything looks the same around here. Stand in one spot and turn in a circle. Everything is seen. But I don’t get a chance to say anything. 

Bentley turns and moves back around the barn. He returns with a duffel over his shoulder. He looks like one of those guys in World War Two movies who are
always
dirty but still manage to be gorgeous. 

And this gorgeous hitchhiker is going to be living in my backyard for the summer.

Maybe this summer won’t be as bad as I thought. 

“I can give you a ride to the house.” I point at the quad and Bentley looks around me. 

“My bag?”

“Sit on it.” 

I hope he’s watching as I turn and swing my hips on my way back to the quad. If Hunter were here, he’d slap my head and tell me I’m insinuating things far beyond my age and experience. I don’t even know what that means. But he says it a lot.

All I know is Bentley’s smokin' and I want to have fun with him. No harm in that.

I look back at him, throwing my hair over my shoulder again.

“Are you coming?” 

He has a smirk on his face but his eyebrows are pulled low over his crystal eyes. He’s thinking. 

“How about I drive?” He tosses his bag on the back. 

I laugh.

“How ‘bout you just get on?”

He climbs behind me and leans back, holding the rack. I take one more quick look over my shoulder at him and gun the engine. 

I stand up out of habit, but I know my butt is right at his eye level.

Insinuate my ass. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born in the Canadian prairies, Allie Brennan enjoyed growing up on a dusty farm but the call of the wild took her up to the snowy mountains of the North where she now resides with her partner and her puppy. Tight Knit is Brennan’s debut novel.