He was standing there giving her a weird look as she freed herself.
“I don’t need a man to open doors for me.”
“Cool, you opened your own door, you win.” He offered his hand to help her down.
“You’re breaking the rules!”
“What rules?”
“I don’t need all the romantic Valentine’s Day stuff.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, called her, “Exhausting,” and yanked her out of his truck by the waist. “Purse,” he said, pointing to the purse she had indeed left behind on the floorboard of his truck.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this—”
“I’m not doing this right now, Moira. I don’t have time.”
“Time for what?”
He rounded on her and kissed her, and ooooh this was cheating. Her sass retreated into her body, and she was left quiet, with lips throbbing from his kiss. She stumbled forward as he released her.
His voice was low as he said, “I don’t have time to fuck you into a good mood right now. Get it together, Jennings.”
Oh. He’d called her by her last name. Why was she smiling at his back as he walked away?
He glanced over his shoulder, and she could see the smile in his dancing gold eyes. That boy was fun.
And like a well-behaved and obedient golden retriever, she trotted after him. She only nearly broke her ankle one time in these heels that she’d definitely bought to dress up for tame dinners at the lodge this week, not traipsing around the snow.
He reached for her hand, but there was a trio of kids playing in the snow nearby, and they might see the affection, so she swatted his hand away.
Cam snorted and grabbed her hand.
“People will see us!” she whisper-screamed.
“What do you think we’re doing wrong?” he asked, amusement dancing in his gaze.
“I don’t know. Touching?”
He belted out a laugh. “God, you are damaged.”
“Hey, that’s not nice.”
“You get mad when I’m nice to you.”
They were almost to the door of the building, and Cam was going to open it for her, she just knew it. She walked faster, but his hand was really strong around hers. Cam started walking faster too, aiming for the door.
Moira tossed him a dirty look and picked up to a jog.
So did Cam.
Just as she reached for the handle of the door, he yanked her back and threw her over his shoulder. She yelped as he opened the door and walked through with her.
“Put me down, you rat.”
“You’re scared of rats. I’m one hundred percent sure you aren’t afraid of me, you little battle-axe. Pick a different insult.” He set her on her feet in the entryway, out of the way of the family that was filing in after them.
“You…you…” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Stranger.”
