Something dark and regretful lurked in his tone—as if he’d weathered a similar situation in his past. She gave his arm a squeeze before dropping her hand down to her side. Until this moment, Tony had been teasing or reassuring. But since waking up, she’d only been concerned about herself. Hayden hadn’t given a second thought to how he must be feeling. Instead, she’d pegged him as that dude—the kind of man who congratulated himself on getting lucky. But there was more to him than that.
“I’ve been kind of a bitch to you, haven’t I?” she asked as they approached a larger cabin marked Office.
He gave her a wink. “It’s okay—I can handle a few knocks.”
Hayden laughed as the front door opened and Betty walked out to greet them. “Hey, you two lovebirds. That’s just the way you were last night. Covered in stink but still laughing. Although you smell so much better this morning, but it’s nice to see the smiles are still there.”
“Thanks for helping us out. We didn’t seem, uh, strange to you last night?”
Betty just laughed. “Honey, you were covered in skunk, of course you seemed strange. But no odder than any other high-on-love couple.”
High on...what?
“We didn’t leave our phones with you?” Tony asked.
“No, just the car. Mike’s bringing it around now. Maybe you left your phones in the car. By the way, I used my homemade air freshener in it last night and again this morning. Lilac and pine. Between that and the breeze, I think you’re good.”
Car tires crunched on the gravel and they all turned to watch a bright red car with black polka dots painted on it—it was a ladybug on wheels. “That’s your car?” she whispered.
“I was hoping that was yours,” he groaned.
Oh, crap.
She’d had about a million questions to ask Betty and Mike and every single one of them vanished the moment a ladybug car neither of them owned rolled toward them. Mike slid out of the car and handed Tony the keys. Ugh, as if the keys belonged in Tony’s hand.
“That’s a tight squeeze, Tony. Not sure how you’re comfortable wedged behind the steering wheel. But anything for the ladies, huh?” Mike asked as he draped an arm around Betty’s shoulders and kissed her temple.
“Oh, well...” Tony mumbled.
Get out of here. Now. Before Mike and Betty began to ask questions that would lead to 9-1-1, handcuffs and a single phone call. Hayden didn’t know which was worse. The prospect of that jailhouse phone call or that she really had no one to phone. She might as well dial the HR person at Hastings Engineering because she definitely wouldn’t be working there after she was arrested.
She swiped the keys from Tony’s hands. “Actually, I do most of the driving. He’s the navigator.”
The other couple laughed.
“Speaking of navigating, you wouldn’t happen to have an extra map?” Tony asked.
Mike nodded. “Follow me. I think I might have one in the garage.”
Betty handed Hayden a small bag as they watched the two men walk away. “Some homemade cookies for the road.”
“Thanks,” she told her, distracted by Tony’s muscular legs and firm—
“Uh-huh.” The other woman smiled.
Had she just been caught staring at a man’s ass? By someone who could be her grandma?
“Glad it goes both ways between you two. That boy is enchanted by you. He’s a keeper.”
Hayden didn’t know which was more startling. A six-foot plus man being referred to as a boy or that he’d appeared enchanted by her. What a sweet word. How would it feel to have a man like Tony enchanted by her? Very agreeable as long as they were using words Jane Austen would write.
“Yeah, he’s something.”
Hayden slid into the driver’s seat as Mike and Tony rounded the corner, map in hand. At least that was one problem they’d been able to solve.
Tony joined her in the car with a strained smile. Oh yeah, they were driving off in a car that neither of them owned.
“Did we steal this car last night?” she asked through clenched teeth that hopefully looked like a smile to the waving Mike and Betty.
“I’m going with we just borrowed it from a new acquaintance, since no one I know drives a ladybug car.” He glanced up from the map as she shifted the car into Drive and headed down the gravel path. “I’m assuming none of your friends do, either?”
She shook her head.
“According to the map, this is a private road that winds through the trees for about a mile. Pull over when you no longer see Betty and Mike’s fence line.”
Hayden drove another quarter of a mile until the friendly white fence turned to barbed wire. “Maybe we stashed our phones in the glove box,” she suggested as she pulled off the main road and put the car in Park.
Tony twisted the knob and as the glove box sprang open, dozens of green bills plopped onto his lap. “Holy shit.” Several more stacks of neatly piled cash remained in the glove box. “There has to be at least two thousand dollars in here.”
“I’m hoping that’s yours,” she said, afraid to hear the answer with the way their morning began. Her bank account currently sat at a nice, minimum-deposit requirement of fifty bucks.
He shook his head. “Nope. Your guess as to where this came from is as good as mine.”
Her throat began to tighten. “We’ve got to ditch the car. Wipe it down. Remove all trace evidence we were even here,” she told him, desperately trying to recall helpful hints from every crime movie she’d watched in the past decade. “Maybe we can give the rest of the cash to Mike and Betty so they forget they even saw us.”
Tony reached for her hands and drew them into his. “Hayden, would you normally steal a car?”
She exhaled in a deflated hiss. “Well, no.”
There was that reassuring smile of his again. “Something weird happened to us last night, but we wouldn’t do one-eighties on our personalities.”
She relaxed against the seat cushion. That was the first really good news she’d had since the coffee.
“Our phones aren’t in the glove box. Maybe we put them in the trunk to keep them safe,” he said, as he reached for the door handle.
“If we weren’t worried about stashing the money in the car, I doubt we would have been worried about the phones.”
“True, but I’ll check anyway.”
She popped the trunk so he could search. A minute later he crouched outside her window. “Nope, nothing.”
The sun glinted off his dark hair. She really wanted to touch it. Run her fingers through it. It would help to take her mind off their situation. Of course it also helped that he was such an easy distraction. What was it he’d said about himself? Couldn’t fault his taste? Yeah. Same here, buddy.
“Tony, I might steal a car if the circumstances really warranted it.” Where had that sobering thought come from? Wherever it had originated, she wanted to shut that part of her brain down before her mind added any other irritating revelations.
“Only after you left a note and promised to return it with a full tank,” he told her with a wink.
She pulled a piece of fluff off her shorts. “Well, that goes without saying.”
“Hayden.”
His