Swerve: Boosted Hearts (Volume 1) by Sherilee Gray, Rba Designs Page A

she’d done. Which meant she had to rely on public transport or walk for the foreseeable future. Considering her grandmother had lived in a trailer her entire life so Shay could go to a private girls’ school and college, it was a small price to pay.
    Hugh’s brown eyes bored into hers. “You’re telling me you take the fucking bus at one o’clock in the fucking morning?”
    Well, that seemed an excessive and unnecessary amount of cursing over her use of public transport. Also, she sometimes finished at two or three but decided to keep that to herself. “Yes.”
    “On your own?”
    “Well, yes.”
    He bit out another curse. “Only people on buses at one in the morning are crazies and drunks after a night out getting wasted.”
    He wasn’t wrong. She’d encountered more than her fair share of both. “It’s fine.” And why he cared or was getting so hot under the collar about it, she had no idea. “I only do it four times a week. I’ve never had any trouble.”
    “You working tomorrow?”
    “No.”
    He stared at her for several seconds, then his posture changed, and he seemed to let go of whatever was getting him so riled up. “I’ll give you a ride to wherever you need to go this morning.”
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    He fisted the front of her tank at her belly and tugged her forward. “I do if I wanna watch you come. You wanna come, princess?”
    Princess.
    She felt her face get hot but refused to care. “Yes.”
    A grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “Good.”
    It was sexy and wicked and had her squeezing her thighs together to relieve the ache.
    “We can save time by multi-tasking.”
    Then he took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
    He was wrong, though, it didn’t take fifteen minutes—it barely took five.
    * * *
    Shay ran the steamer over a dress to remove the wrinkles then slid it along the rack. She’d spent most of the day in the back of the store. They’d had several deliveries of clothing arrive the day before, and Jane wanted to get them out front as soon as possible, so Shay had spent all morning unpacking, hanging, steaming and pricing to get them ready.
    She was kind of glad for the solitude. It meant she had uninterrupted time to relive her night and morning before Hugh had dropped her off at work with a deep, hot kiss and a rumbled, “Later, babe”.
    God, the man made her weak at the knees and totally destroyed her ability to think clearly whenever he touched her. She’d never felt anything like it. The energy between them felt almost electric.
    She’d watched him drive away and only realized when he was out of sight that they hadn’t made any plans. Usually, that type of thing would have had her stressing out. Worried that she’d messed up, put off her date, somehow. But she didn’t have to worry about that with Hugh. That wasn’t what they were about. She knew he was attracted to her, and that was all that mattered. It was freeing. He didn’t owe her anything, any explanations, and she didn’t owe him a thing, either. She was fine with that, too. They were free to do as they pleased, and if they decided to get together again, that was more than fine with her, as well.
    It was exciting. Exhilarating.
    Fun.
    Her grandmother’s voice echoed through her head. Carpe-that-fucking-Diem, Cupcake. One of her gran’s favorite sayings. One that never failed to make Shay laugh whenever she said it. And in this instance, Shay couldn’t agree more.
    A spark of pleasure shot through her lower belly as she remembered their shower that morning. His big, naked body all wet, muscles rippling as he moved closer, backing her into the corner. The way he’d looked when he dropped to his knees in front of her then lifted her thigh over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. The way he buried his face between her legs…
    Her phone started ringing, startling her from her daydream.
    Flicking off the steamer, she grabbed her bag from the small table where they ate their lunch