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then. Straightening his shoulders, he hooked a hand on his hip and leaned against his ride. The curl of a tattoo showed under his stretched T-shirt. “Hey yourself. What are you doing?”
    She lifted her chin and pulled at her shirt so he could read the lettering. “I’m going to cheer you on.”
    His eyes narrowed as he read the pink lettering. Or perhaps he was just staring at her tits. Either way was fine with her.
    “Shotgun,” she said.
    “Wait, what? What are you doing?”
    She marched past him and threw open the passenger’s side door. Brighton was leaning on the front nose of the car with an amused grin.
    “Brighton has shotgun.”
    “Brighton?” she asked. “You mind if I sit by your brother?”
    Brighton lifted his hands, and his shoulders shook like he was laughing. He canted his head at Denison and pointed to a black truck Brooke and Tagan were loading.
    “No,” Denison gritted out. “Shotgun is reserved for people who’ve earned it.” He looped an arm around her waist as she tried to crawl inside the Bronco.
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered, clutching onto the grab handle and hooking her shoes inside the doorframe. “Nobody’s riding with you now, and I’m not sitting in the back like you are my chauffeur.”
    “Damn straight you aren’t. Go ride with Tagan.” He pulled harder, but she was spry.
    “Stop being stubborn!”
    He yanked her out of his car and spun her around to face him. His eyes flashed with something that wasn’t altogether anger, and she pounced.
    “Let me ride with you,” she muttered, scrambling for purchase on the dry gravel he was dragging her across. “Or so help me, Denny, I’ll kiss you soundly right on the lips, and then where will you be?”
    He let her loose and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll be unaffected.”
    “I’m irresistible.”
    He snorted a laugh and tried to hold his frown, but lost it as his lips turned up in a smile. Scrubbing his hands down his face, which he still hadn’t shaved, the sexy mountain man, he let off a sigh and let her go. “I think God sent you here to kill me, woman.”
    She scrambled inside the Bronco and slammed the door, then tossed him a victory grin. She wasn’t for sure, because the words were muffled by the car, but she thought he said something along the lines of, “Freaking badger.”
    When he went to open the driver’s side door, she hit the automatic lock button just as he pulled the lever. Oh, he looked so annoyed, but underneath was that hint of a smile she used to breathe for. Heck, from the way her heart was fluttering around in her chest like bat wings, maybe she still breathed for it now.
    “You gonna annoy me all day long?” he asked, trying to look severe as he turned the engine.
    “I’ve decide something,” she said, ignoring his question. “I’m going to make you forgive me.”
    “Danielle,” he warned.
    “No, hear me out. I know I messed up. Bad. But you aren’t the only one who got hurt, Denny. The only way I can feel okay about us being friends again is if I make it up to you. So today, I’m going to be your beer wench.” She patted her purse and grinned. “Anytime you want a beer, I’m your girl.”
    He put his hand on the back of her headrest, and she leaned toward him instinctively. Twisting in his seat and backing the car away from his trailer, he said, “Your plan to win my friendship is by getting me beer?”
    “Yeah.”
    He nodded once and pulled in line behind Kellen’s truck. “Okay then.”
    “And I’ll also be extra nice to you and cheer the loudest when you are doing lumberjack stuff.”
    Denison shot her a glance and lowered his eyes to the writing on her chest again, then back to the road in front of them. “I like that shirt on you.”
    “Brooke and Skyler made it for me. Where did you get the name Ashe Crew?”
    This was where Denison had always clammed up in the past. Anything personal made him uncomfortable, but he shrugged his shoulders and