Neva squeezes my forearm, her touch setting my skin ablaze.“Thanks for the coffee.”I look down at her hand on me, and that’s when I notice the new ink on her wrist.I shove her sleeve up.
“What’s all this?”Since when did she get tattoos?
“Nothing.”She jerks away, but it isn’t nothing.She had the bracelet I gave her for her fifteenth birthday tattooed on her skin.
“Neva Bean.”My chest squeezes tight, and my breath hitches in my throat.
“Don’t make a big deal of it.”She stares out the passenger window, but I can see her reflection and her lips pulling into a smile.
Pure fucking trouble.
Pure temptation.
I’m a dead man.
Chapter Four
“Thoughtthesnowwasn’tsupposed to fall until later?”Thick, wet flakes of snow cover the windshield faster than the wipers can swipe them away.We’re hardly two hours into our road trip, but I made Justice pull off at a gas station so I could use the restroom.
“I’ll check the weather radar.Do you want anything from inside?”
“Maybe some of those little vanilla cookies if they have them and lemon-lime soda or cherry.”
Justice’s gaze lingers on me as I bend over the seat to grab my coat and gloves.I know he’s checking out my ass.He’d never cop to it, but I’ve noticed he’s been looking at me differently since he showed up last night.I find him studying me when he thinks I’m not paying attention.Could he finally be seeing me?Really seeing me.
When I glance back at him, he’s picking at a loose thread on his jeans where they are worn around his knee.
“I need to walk Mr.Tinkles.”
“You walk your cat?”He shakes his head.
“Unless you want to take him for me.”
“I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself.”I climb out of the vehicle and get my coat on.“Come on, Tinky Butt.Let’s get your leash.”
“Thought his name was Mr.Tinkles?”
“Tinky Butt, Gremlin, Mr.T, Tinkler.He has many names.”
He shakes his head.
I find a grass spot next to the gas station and proceed to walk my kitty.Justice goes into the gas station and returns with two bags full of junk food.I get Mr.Tinkles back in his carrier.“I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“You haven’t gone yet?”
“You saw me walking my cat.”
“Jesus, you’re a fucking nutball, you know that?”
I shrug.
“Take your time.It isn’t like we aren’t in a hurry,” he gripes.
“Thanks.I will.”
He groans as I shut the back passenger door.
