Finding Mr. Perfect. Nikki Rivers
he could outrun the restlessness. Then he saw her.
There was no mistaking that brisk, long stride or that ramrod-straight back. You’d think she was trying to balance that master’s degree on the top of her head. He grinned when he thought of the look on her face after her visit to the greenhouse. Something told him Hannah Ross wasn’t used to surprises. He chuckled. Wasn’t it his duty as a human being to help change that?
“Danny boy, I think it’s time to give back to your fellow man,” he murmured as he pulled over to the curb just ahead of her and waited until she was walking past the truck. Then he leaned over to the passenger window and gave a long, low whistle. The surprise on her face when she turned her head made her look like the teenager he was feeling like inside.
“Hey, baby,” he drawled in his best teenage male predator drawl, “want a ride?”
Hannah groaned. Danny Walker. She should have known.
She’d been walking around town all afternoon and had come to the conclusion that Timber Bay was just as she’d expected. Perfect. She’d found plenty of picturesque sites for possible photo shoots that more than made up for a few dozen meat-eating plants. Until she’d turned to see those blue eyes mocking her, she’d almost forgotten that there was another fly buzzing around the ointment—and, unfortunately, this one was too big to feed to Dee Dee Dionaea.
She decided it was better if she didn’t break stride. “I’ll thank you not to call me baby,” she said, looking straight ahead. “And, no, I don’t want a ride.”
She expected him to laugh at her and speed away. She should have known she wasn’t going to get what she expected from Danny Walker. He started riding the curb, slowly enough to keep pace with her. Why was there never an illegally parked car around when you needed one?
“Bet you were one of those kind of girls that never said yes.”
That slowed her down a little. “Excuse me?” she asked, refusing to look at him.
“Bet you never let the boys pick you up.”
“Of course not.”
“Then let’s make up for lost time. Come on, baby. Get in. You won’t regret it. Promise.”
Oh, he was impossible. “Will you stop it,” she hissed out of the side of her mouth.
“Sorry, babe, didn’t hear you,” he yelled with the kind of gusto usually reserved for requesting encores at rock concerts.
This was getting embarrassing. People were starting to stare. She halted, turned, and stalked up to the truck. “Will you please stop it?”
“Stop what, baby?” His lopsided grin was insufferable. Sexy, but insufferable.
“Stop making you want to jump in my truck and let me take you for a ride?”
Oh, she had no doubt that’s exactly what she’d be taken for if she got in that truck with him. “That’s not likely to happen in this lifetime,” she said as she turned away and started walking again.
He followed, still hugging the curb and begging her noisily to get in.
People on both sides of the street were slowing down and staring. A carload of teenagers went past, hooting and honking. Was she forever going to make a spectacle of herself in this town with this man? If word of these little scenes got back to Pollard, she had a feeling she wasn’t going to see dollar one of that bonus—even if she could get rid of those meat-eating plants before his visit.
“Would you please get lost?” she said.
“Can’t. If you don’t say yes it’ll ruin my perfect record.”
Despite herself, that got her attention. She looked at him. “Your perfect record?”
“Nobody ever turned me down before.”
Oh, she could believe it. There he was, his hair looking like someone just ran their fingers through it, his blue eyes glittering with mischief and one corner of his incredible mouth quirking naughtily. What girl wouldn’t be tempted to take that ride?
But Hannah was no girl, she reminded herself. She was a grown woman, in Timber Bay in a professional capacity.
“Hey,” Danny suddenly yelled, “there’s the mayor. Didn’t you say that you wanted to meet him?”
Hannah furiously looked around until she spotted an official-looking car coming their way.
“I’ll call him over,” Danny said then started to do just that.
Hannah gave in and got into the truck.
“That was dirty,” she said as she slammed the door. “You knew I wouldn’t want to meet the mayor this way.”
Danny shrugged. “Hey, good guys finish last.”
“And I bet Danny Walker is always first in line.”
He laughed while he fiddled with the radio and she was slightly astonished at how much she liked the sound of it. It gave her a little jolt to know that she was the one who had caused it. When he stopped at a station that was playing a song she loved, a slow, sexy rock ballad, she started to think it was a good thing the Walker house was only a few blocks away. But instead of going straight down Sheridan Road, Danny made a right turn at Ludington Avenue.
“This isn’t the way to your parents’ house.”
“Nope. It’s not.”
“Well, then, turn this truck around.”
“Why?”
Why, indeed, wondered Hannah. There was sexy music spilling from the radio and fresh wind pouring through the open windows and the hottest-looking man Hannah had ever seen in the flesh was in the driver’s seat. There had to be a reason this wasn’t good. “Well—your mother is expecting us for dinner,” she said, pleased that she’d remembered.
“We’ve got a little time.”
“Where are you taking me?”
He looked at her briefly. But not so briefly that she didn’t notice a spark of what looked like real interest in his eyes. “You really do hate surprises, don’t you?” For once, his voice was soft, his smile softer. “Shame ’cause it looked good on you when I surprised you back there.”
Why was he looking at her like that? When had the mocking look turned into something else? And why did it seem as if the truck had looked a lot bigger from the outside? It’s like the thing had shrunk into one of those tiny imports.
“Mr. Walker, I’ve changed my mind. Please stop this truck and let me out.”
He shot her a look. “Does that master’s degree of yours tell you how you’re gonna make me?”
Hannah bit her lip. Why had she brought up her degree, for heaven’s sake? It wasn’t her style. But he’d been so infuriating. He was supposed to be the all-American big brother, for heaven’s sake. He wasn’t supposed to act like a sixteen-year-old brat that you’d never in a million years want your girlfriends to meet. And now, here she was, in danger of succumbing to all that bad-boy charm. She’d do well to remember why she was even in the same town as Danny Walker in the first place.
“All right,” she said as she opened her shoulder bag, “since you refuse to stop I might as well make good use of the time.”
“I didn’t think you were interested, but come right over here, baby,” he said as he patted the seat next to him, “and we’ll make excellent use of our time.”
She refused to think about what it would be like to slide over next to him and ride off into the sunset. Absolutely refused to think about it. Instead, she got out her tape recorder and notebook. She flipped open to a page full of questions and turned the recorder on. “Interview with Danny Walker,” she said into it. “Now, for the first question—”
“Hey,