Wrinkles lined her forehead as she gawked at me. “Why not?”
“We’ll never get out of here.”
She sucked her lip in her mouth as her head fell forward. “Can’t get enough of me?” she teased.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you,” I said.
“You won’t?” she asked as her eyes grew wide.
I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath through my nose. “I wouldn’t just fuck you to fuck you, Race.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Morgan.” Pushing against my chest, she put space between us.
“Listen,” I said as I dragged my hands through my hair, “it’s been a long time since I’ve liked anyone. I really like you. Lord knows why, because you can be a pain in the ass at times.” I smiled, hoping she’d know I was joking. “I’m supposed to protect you and find out who is threatening you, not fuck you every chance I get.”
“I started it.” She glanced down at her feet. “I’ll behave,” she said as she pulled my keys from her shirt. “Here.” The keys dangled from her fingertip.
I rubbed my forehead, feeling like the biggest tool. This girl had me in knots. She’d scrambled my brain in a few short days. I knew I was fucked.
“You keep them. I’ll let you drive Elvira.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
Twirling the keys in her fingers, she whistled before she yelled, “Yes!”
“I see you’re happy.”
“Totally worth kissing you to be able to drive that baby.”
“You didn’t want to kiss me?” I felt my stomach plummet.
“Oh, I did, but I didn’t think you’d let me drive the car. Let’s hit the road,” she said as she started for the door.
I followed behind her, dragging my feet. “Let’s set a few ground rules first.”
She’d already climbed inside Elvira before I’d finished the sentence. “She’ll be fine,” she said as she slammed the door.
Looking up at the sky, I cursed. I could swear God was trying to punish me.
Thomas had to give Race to me as my first case. It couldn’t have been something easy, like a cheating spouse? No. I’d had to get the overbearing, ballbusting corporate executive who made my dick feel like a lead pipe ready to break off.
Before I settled in my seat, she had the car started and revved the engine. “Ground rules,” I reminded her.
“Hit me,” she replied as she gripped the steering wheel and looked like a woman possessed.
“Don’t your hands hurt?”
“I was so excited to get behind the wheel that I totally forgot.” She shrugged, easing her grip.
“Number one, go the speed limit. Two, no changing lanes unnecessarily, and three, be kind to my girl.” I sounded like my mother rattling off commands when I’d started to drive.
I had hit asshole territory.
“I can do that,” she said as she started to back up.
I fastened my seat belt and said a small prayer as I shifted in my seat.
