I reply to both of them and then debate taking a shower. I kind of want to wait until Dex is up.
I can still faintly smell him on me.
Except, Ireallyneed a shower.
Hell, I can always take another one with him.
I shower quickly and send Dexter a text that I’m going to go run errands, just in case he wakes up. I opt for the shorts and tank top because it’s fricking hot as balls. I mean, itisTucson. And I don’t want to get my jeans and T-shirt all sweaty and have to do laundry early next week. Plus, I don’t like to wear my Club Toxic shirts when I’m not on my way to work.
I wonder what the weather’s like in Atlantic City?
Stop. Bad girl. Don’t get your hopes up.
I’m already nervous thinking about driving the Audi. After I crank it to get the AC going, I have to slide the seat forward because Dex’s legs arewayfricking longer than mine. Then I need to adjust the steering wheel and all the mirrors. But I have to admit it is kind of fun to have it to—
He can’t see himself in the rearview mirror when he looks in it.
That thought punches me in the gut.
I sit there for a moment, hands fisting the steering wheel, just…breathing.
Deepbreaths.
Which is why I fucking scream like a girl—hello—and nearly piss myself when Garrett raps on the driver’s side window with the back of his fingers. He snuck up on me, and that just flat doesnothappen to me, usually.
He’s wearing mirrored shades and I can tell he’s…concerned.
I finally figure out which button puts the window down. “Um, heeeey, Garrett.”
“Hi.” He studies me for a moment. “You all right?”
“Yeah. Please take your glasses off. You know that weirds me out.”
He chuffs the way wolves do, but he takes them off. Yep, he’s looking at my neck and arms.
“He hasn’t bit me, Garrett. We haven’t even had sex. Hell, he hasn’t made it past third base yet.”
He scowls. “Why not? What the hell’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing! We just…got distracted last night talking and ran out of time.”
“Ran out of ti—ohhh.”
“Yeah. He turns into a pumpkin. Killer curfew.”
Literally.
He leans against the side of the car, bracing his bare forearm against the top of the door, and I knowexactlywhat he’s doing.
If he didn’t think people would look at him weird, he’d be rubbing himself all over the car and then would probablyliterallypiss on the tires.
It’s a wolf thing.
And they know vampires can scent them, so he wants to make a statement.
Add one car wash to my fricking list of things to do…
“So, funny thing, Connie.” He levels his gaze at me and, while he’s not even close to shifting, it’s like I canseehis dang wolf, rightthere, shimmering near the surface. “I know Dexter walked into the building and up to your apartment with you, but I didn’t scent a second trail leaving.”
