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getting felt up by the grumpy bridal store woman
to his right hadn’t been horrible. There was beer involved, and
that too was good.
    Tyson pulled away from the curb. “How can I
help you out this morning?”
    “You’re here to help me?”
    Giving a shrug, he rolled down his window. It
was getting a little stuffy in the cab of the truck.
    “I was in town, thought I’d…” He thought he’d
what? Again, he hadn’t planned on showing up at her door at nearly
nine in the morning. Then he remembered he’d stopped at 7-11 and
gotten coffees. “I brought you a coffee,” he pointed to the cup
holder.
    Her eyebrow raised as she studied him. “You
came all the way to town to buy me a 7-11 coffee?”
    “If you don’t make it yourself, it’s the
best.”
    She reached for it and eased back.
“Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome,” he said as he turned at the
stoplight. “So, honestly, what can I do to help you this
morning?”
    “Really? You have time to help me? Because
I’ll take you up on it. I’m not the kind that…”
    “I mean it,” he said reaching for his
cup.
    “Franklin’s Bakery has an order for me. I’d
be forever indebted to you if you’d pick up my order and bring it
back to the store. I have to pull out the dresses I was going to
show the bride. Get the room ready. Set out the strawberries and
champagne. And…”
    “I can do that,” he interrupted.
    Pearl let out a long sigh and turned toward
him. “You didn’t come just to make sure I was able to get to work
did you?”
    Tyson winced. “Maybe. I felt a little guilty
that you didn’t have your car.” And you haunted my dreams ,
he thought to himself. “Needed a few supplies too.”
    “You came to town two days in a row. That’s
not normal is it?”
    “Nope. Not at all. But Lydia says I need to
get out more.” And after having sat with his grandfather in silence
this morning while he listened to the man chew his toast, he was
damn sure he’d be in town more.
    Pearl reached over and touched his arm.
“Thank you. It means a lot to me.”
    He felt the sizzle in her touch zap every
part of him awake. “It’s nothing.”
    “It is to me.”
    Pulling the truck up in front of the store he
parked. “I’ll be back with the order. What am I getting?”
    “They have a box of pastries with my name on
them. They are already paid for, so you just have to get them. I
can call and let them know you’re coming.”
    “Do you need to do that?”
    She pursed her lips. “I’ll call. Not everyone
will believe a Walker sent a Morgan to run their errands.”
    He nodded and tried not to act or feel as
offended as he was.
    Pearl gathered her bags and hopped out of the
truck. “By the way. I like this truck better. I thought you had a
little bit of luxury in your life.” She winked and closed the
door.
    Tyson looked at the truck’s interior. Yeah,
he’d decked it out when he’d bought it. Leather seats. XM radio.
The trim was elegant, and so was the black paint on the outside. It
had been his splurge, which was why it spent most of the time in
the garage. He didn’t want anything to happen to it. The old farm
truck was just fine for running around. So why had he pulled this
one out this morning?
    He waited until she was inside before pulling
away.
     
    Pearl watched him drive away and then leaned
her back against the door. Her heart was racing so fast she
couldn’t calm it down to a normal pace.
    He’d come for her. He’d come to the door,
bought her coffee, and was running errands. How had this
happened?
    Pushing herself away from the door, she
walked to the back of the store and set her bags on the small table
in the back room.
    She knew how this happened. She’d willed it
to happen and then acted on it when she’d measured him for that
tux.
    Each muscle of his arms had rippled under her
fingertips. The massive expansion of his chest had been wrapped in
her arms.
    No matter what, he’d enjoyed her presence
near him too. A woman didn’t