He shrugged again. “One-night stands, angry women, and fighting fires.”

“If you weren’t sitting here with your arms around me right now, I’d say that makes you kind of an asshole.”

He considered that. “I’m okay with that.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

He chuckled. “This surprises me. You surprise me.”

I smiled, feeling another tear slipping over my lips. I reached up and wiped it away.

“Here,” he said, offering his T-shirt.

He touched the cotton to my lips as I looked up at him.

“Why did you stay away?” I asked.

“Because of this. You make me feel weird.”

“Weird?” I asked.

“I don’t know how else to describe it. Any other girl, I could bag and not think twice about it. Not you. It’s kind of like that feeling you got as a kid, right before you did something you knew would get you an ass-whipping.”

“I have a hard time believing you’re that intimidated.”

“Me, too.” He paused. “Falyn?” He took a deep breath, as if saying my name was painful, and he rubbed his eyes. “Fuck, I thought I wanted to know, but now, I don’t think I do.”

“Ask me,” I said, readying myself to dodge the truth.

“Just tell me one thing.” He paused, unsure if he wanted the answer. “Does your connection with Eakins have to do with my brother?”

I sighed, relieved. “No. I just looked up the fire today.”

“So, you know about Travis.”

“No. I didn’t have time to get a good look, and you don’t have to tell me.”

Taylor rested his chin on my hair, his muscles relaxing again.

I was glad he couldn’t see the look on my face. Just because I wasn’t involved with the fire didn’t mean I didn’t have an agenda. “Taylor?” I said with the same hesitation he’d had in his voice.

“Ask me,” he said, repeating my earlier response.

“I do want to go to Eakins for a reason. I was hoping you’d take me there. I’ve been saving. I have enough for a plane ticket. I just need a place to stay.”

He took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. “I thought that might be where you were going with this.”

I winced. “It’s not what you think. I agree, it’s a coincidence. But I’m not trying to find out anything about your brother.”

“Then tell me.”

I chewed on my bottom lip. “What if I prove it to you—that it’s not about your brother? Will you consider it?”

Taylor shrugged, confused. “I guess so.”

I stood up, leaving him for my bedroom. I pulled the shoebox out of my closet and returned to the sofa, pulling out an envelope and shoving it at him. “The address on your license is on this street.”