“Oh.I didn’t see you there.”
Emma’s been standing next to me with a serious case of the jitters.Her toe is tapping.She’s biting her lip and looking around.Her face is even paler than usual.
I lean in to whisper in her ear.“You’ll do just fine.”
That might have been a mistake.
Being so close to Emma gives me an opportunity to inhale her scent.It’s clean and sensual and shooting straight into my bloodstream.It’s a punch in my gut.A kick in my ass.
I want this woman so fucking bad.
“I didn’t study for this test, and I’m not a great test-taker,” she whispers back.Her voice quivers.
“It’s pretty basic,” I assure her.“Like, ‘how many sides does a stop sign have?’”
Her eyes widen.“How manysides?”She looks up at me, frowning.“You mean like the front and back?”
I almost laugh.But she’s not joking.This isn’t a good sign.
“Oh.”She gives me a tentative smile.“They want drivers to know that there’s eight forty-five-degree isosceles triangles in an octagon.Got it.”She taps the side of her head.
Okay, that’s interesting.
She could have just said “eight” and been done with it.But instead, her brain went to the details.That means in addition to being beautiful, sweet, and a badass in the kitchen, Emma is a smart cookie.But I don’t think she’s formally educated.I’m not sure what picture that paints.
But Iamsure I will figure it out.I’ll discover what makes Emma Clark tick.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”My face still hovers just inches from her ear.
She turns to face me, dark eyes flashing.She places both hands on my upper arms and squeezes.I want to lower my mouth to hers.I want to leave a trail of kisses down her throat, across her breasts and belly, and flick my tongue…
“I’m doing this.”She lifts her chin and looks into my eyes.“I’ve wanted a license forever, and there was always a reason I couldn’t or someone who told me I shouldn’t.But I’m here now and I have an opportunity.I’m going for it.”
Her determination—and how she’s grabbing on to me—makes my dick as hard as cryptographic algorithms.
I’m about ready to ravish her right here in the Sweetbriar, Nevada, DMV, and I’m pretty sure that would result in a hefty fine.But it would be worth it.
I can’t, though.
Summer’s working awfully hard to get Melvin to bend the rules.I just heard the man agree that our vouching for Emma is all he needs.To hell with all those silly rules about proof of identification and residence.
So I don’t ravish.Not here and not now.
CHAPTER 30
Emma
I stand outside the tiny DMV with my new driver’s license cradled in my hand.I can’t believe that after all these years, I have one.I can’t believe I passed the driver’s test.
I give all the credit to Melvin.
As I took the written test, Melvin just stared at Summer like a total goober.He either didn’t realize or didn’t care that Summer was giving me cues, shaking her head or nodding to direct me to the correct answers.
It also helped that Summer sat in the back seat during the driving part of my test, distracting Melvin at the most crucial moments.
Like when I forgot to use my signal.Or when I couldn’t locate the wipers or defroster.And when I drove up on the sidewalk while attempting a U-turn.
Sidewalks are a problem for me, it seems.
