I gasp as heat creeps up my neck. “What! I need a sinkhole to open up and swallow me whole right now.” Resting my elbows on my knees, I cover my face with my hands.
“Savannah, it’s a good thing. I promise.” Hunter tugs at my arm, trying to get me to stop hiding.
He successfully gets both of my hands in his, but I turn my face toward the window next to me. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t look directly at me right now. In fact, cover your ears while you’re at it, and scoot over.”
“Not going to happen.”
Annoyed, I give him what he wants and turn to him. My expression conveys my aggravation. “I don’t feel like I’m asking for much here.”
Hunter’s voice is firm. “I’d give you anything, Savannah Foster.Anything. But this? Never. Don’t ask me to cut myself off from you. I’d rather die a thousand deaths than never be able to hear you speak again. Your voice is a balm to the chaos of my life. So in this, yes. You’re asking too much of me. Ask for anything else. You want all my money? Take it. You want me to cut out my own heart and serve it to you on a silver platter? Done. But tune you out, look away, and give you space? No.”
Something inside my body melts, softening the barriers around my heart.
Why is he so perfect? His passion is breaching obsession, and I’m not scared. Why am I not scared?
“Okay.” I nod my head and swallow. “So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“You’ll see.” Hunter shifts, releasing one of my hands while keeping the other hostage and interlocking our fingers.
I try to tug my hand away, but he refuses to let go. This string of sweet gestures and tender words is too much for my brain to handle on so little sleep.
Giving up, I sigh. “What’s with you guys and surprises? I hate surprises.”
Hunter’s focus has gone back to his phone. “You’re going to have to adjust because that side of us isn’t changing anytime soon.”
“You’regoing to have to adjust,” I grumble as I lean on the armrest and stare out the window.
“Real mature,” Hunter quips with a touch of humor in his tone.
I don’t have to be mature right now. I can be grumpy if I want to be grumpy. He can deal with it.
“You’re the one who hired an immature woman,” I comment back, shooting him a glare for good measure.
Hunter drops his phone in his lap and gives me his full, undivided attention. “Is that all you think this is? You think we’re just boss and employee?” He couldn’t hide his glee even if he tried.
I let out a sharp breath and give him an unimpressed look. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” His question is innocent, but his expression is the exact opposite.
“Twist my words. Make me DTR,” I explain acidly.
Hunter’s mouth turns downward into a perplexed frown. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“Define the relationship,” I deadpan.
Hunter shifts so he faces me more. “You’re right. That’s exactly what we need to do. We?—”
“That’s not what I said,” I interrupt.
“Quitting already?” He teases.
“I didn’t say that either.”
The privacy window rolls down, and Sterling announces, “We’re here.”
“Saved by the bell, Heartbreaker.”
Peering out the window, I realize where we are, and an uncomfortable feeling bubbles in my stomach. “What are we doing here?”
