"I don't think so." Brennan muttered and then he went on to change the subject "What time is it anyway?"

Pulling out his phone and glancing at the screen, Stone let out a curse "It is nearly quarter to nine."

Brennan sat up quickly and abruptly. Lana jumped in response at how fast the movement was.

"We have to go." Brennan announced suddenly.

Stone gripped onto the side of the truck before he leapt over and landed on the grass. He turned back instantly and offered his hand.

I was perfectly capable of getting out of the truck myself, but I took his hand anyway.

He pulled me to the side of the cargo until I was close enough for him to get a grip on my waist. He lifted me up like I was weightless before he slowly set me on the ground.

His hands never dropped from my waist when my feet landed on the grass.

I did not move away from him.

It was like the rest of my body had stopped working. The only part that needed to function was the cells in my waist that were screaming to be remained touched by him.

His hold on my hips still did not waver as he peered down at me and let his mouth twitch upwards.

"What are you smirking at now?" I asked while narrowing my eyes up at his face

"You are blushing." He chuckled.

My eyes widened.

I slapped my cold hands to my warm cheeks before I denied his observation "I don't blush."

"Then why has your freckles gone darker, and your face flushed?"

"I am allergic to tree pollen." I lied, crossing my arms and rising on my toes My face goes all puffy when I'm outside."

I took one last look up at him before I hesitantly pulled back. I joined Lana in the back of the car who was chatting to an unsettled Brennan.

When Stone started the engine and started to drive away from the park, Lana spoke up in an agitated tone "Do you have another oven to install?"

In the seat in front of her, Brennan was busy typing on his phone when he replied "What?"

"You installed the oven for your grandma last time." She asked, sounding completely unconvinced by the lie he had come up with "Do you have another one?"

He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before answering "Yes."

As we turned a corner onto the main road, I whispered to an unhappy Lana "Maybe his grandma owns a pizzeria and there are several ovens?"

She knew I was trying to make her feel better, so she laughed before sending a smile my way.

I decided to speak up when the truck stopped at a red light "So where are you both away to then?"

Stone did not answer. He was silent as he gripped onto the steering wheel so strongly that it made his knuckles turn white.