“I’m not fucking you in the woods after you were just rude to me.”
“Oh my God,” he muttered, hanging his head as he chuckled. “Woman I don’t expect that. I’ve never had a drink thrown in my face before.”
“I’ve never had a man be an asshole to me before.”
“I told you I would start fights for fun.”
“And did you have fun, Mr. Red Flags?” she asked.
He held her gaze here, his eyes reflecting like an animal’s in the outer halo of her headlights’ illumination. “No,” he said low. “I didn’t find that fun.”
“Good. Don’t call me fragile anymore or question why I’m spending time with you. I don’t like it.”
“Deal.”
She inhaled deeply. “I don’t like the hot and cold stuff either. Say it plain, Dodger. Don’t tease me and then push me away. You like me or you don’t like me. I like to know exactly where I stand with people. If we are friends, say it like that and I will behave like a friend.”
A smile flashed across his lips before he dropped his head again. “Okay. We are friends.”
“Just friends?”
“It’s all I can offer for now.”
She nodded. That was fair. They barely knew each other. She respected this.
“My wolf is still quiet,” he rumbled. “My head is silent.”
“Yeah, well anytime you need a drink thrown in your face, it would be my pleasure,” she joked. “You were really fuckin’ annoying.”
He chuckled, and her entire body relaxed into the sound. “I know you don’t get cold, but do you want to come sit in my car?”
“I want to kiss you.”
His admission shocked her into silence.
He inhaled deeply. “That being said, I don’t think being in the car with you is a good idea.”
“Are you one of those guys who gets off on girls being mean to them?” she asked. “Is that some kind of kink to you? I throw a drink in your face, and you get a boner? Is that your thing? Because it’s super-not my thing.”
“No, I do not enjoy mean females. I apparently do enjoy being fairly called out though. I don’t give very many fucks, Destiny, but apparently I give a few if you’re upset. If I kissed you, I could make you forget why you were mad in the first place.”
“That’s some mighty big confidence you have there, Mr. Red Flags.”
He chuckled again and stood. “Want to take a walk with me instead?”
She adjusted the phone to her other ear. “To where?”
“To that outdoor store across the street that is probably closing in fifteen minutes so hurry up.” He was being a little bossy, but his smile was back.
“For what?” she asked.
“For warmer clothes so we can take a walk without my animal having a heart attack thinking you’re dying of hypothermia. Stop asking a billion questions and just get out of the car.”
“Fine, but I’m doing it because I want to, not because you’re telling me to. No one is the boss of me.”
He gave a dark laugh as she hung up, and the fire was back in his blue eyes. He did like when she was spicy. She could tell. It was nice being her exact self with someone.
She got out and began fastening her heels back onto her feet, but he came around the driver’s side and pulled her out of her car and tossed her over his shoulder easily. “Leave them off. You won’t need them.”
