ABOUT LOCKE AND KEY
Cassidy’s hand rested on the door handle, but she turned back to Locke. “Hey, wait.”He looked confused— or seasick. She couldn’t get a good read on him, but either way, his paling face wasn’t what she expected. “You okay?”“Yes.” Locke cleared his throat as he shifted his truck into park.Again, she tried to understand what his facial expression was, but she came up empty. “If you’re sure.”“Positive.” He grabbed his water and chugged a few sips.All righty, then. Cassidy didn’t care to owe people favors. It never worked out for her. “If I tell you what I was doing at the school, can we call this even?”“Info for the tire change?” His blue eyes lit up, and his loose hair fell forward as he faux contemplated. “I don’t know, Red. It seems like you’re getting the better offer.”“Red? The offer might be off the table, Blondie.”He dared her with a try-again smile and managed to do something sinful with his eyes. What was that? And for all that was holy, why did she notice? Cassidy steeled herself against the hair-eye combo that did silly things to her insides.“People don’t call you Red?” Locke asked.Her blood pressure went up as did her eyebrows. “My name isn’t Red.”“That’s a shame.”She rolled her eyes. “It’s a good offer.”“The name Red?”“No!” Not thinking, she batted his arm. Damn. Damn. Dammmn. Just another reminder that the magical, muscle-building Henley wasn’t making things up. He had bulges of muscle piggybacking their own muscles under that shirt. “I’ll tell you what I was doing. And you won’t hold this over my head, and never mention it again.”“You lied about having a spare tire and calling Triple A. I might bring that up again.” He winked.And. She. Died.Cassidy had no choice. She jumped out of the truck. The hell with having him hold it over her head. The hell with knowing someone who could wink and make her melt.