“He’s going to let us go, right?”
Another shrug.
I growled under my breath. “This is all your fault. If you weren’t being such a stubborn, evasive pain in my ass, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
He snorted. “Typical.”
“You were the one speeding like a lunatic. It’s not my fault I panicked. You know how my dad died, you asshole.”
Guilt flashed across his features, but he quickly shuttered his expression. “Still a crybaby, I see.”
I ignored this newest in a long line of continued attempts to bait me at every possible turn. Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I slumped against the side of the car.
As we stood there in silence, waiting for the cop to return, I eyed his partner. He hovered nearby, within earshot but not on top of us. That had to be a good sign.
Maybe I wasn’t about to get arrested for lack of restraint.
In my defense, I’d been completely panicked, and the only thing I could think to do to distract myself was focus on something else. Toying with Max and trying to get him to unravel seemed like the most reasonable thing to do.
So, sue me!
I didn’t know leaning over the center console would get us pulled over. And, of course, since life hadn’t thrown me a lemon in a while, Max picked the exact moment we passed a cop car to drop his guard, and I, being the eager beaver that I was, pounced on him.
Just in case it was my only chance to make a move.
It would’ve been fine, too, if the asshole hadn’t made a comment about how much helooovedgetting road head.
I had been hidden until then, but I snapped my head up, hit his chin, and he swerved.
Although he’d easily corrected the swerve, I went into full-blown panic once the red and blue lights flashed behind us.
I had no idea what I’d been thinking.
Max’s stubborn refusal had driven me up a wall.
By the time the cops pulled us over, I was hyperventilating with my head between my knees. I couldn’t breathe. And I needed to get out and get some air.
So, I did what anyone in my position would’ve done.
I bolted from the car.
Max huffed a laugh, as if he’d read my thoughts. “You’re lucky I didn’t let them tase your ass.” He shook his head and side-eyed me. “Probably should’ve. Would’ve knocked you out for a bit and saved me a giant headache.”
“You wouldn’t have dared. Electro Play was on my list of hard limits, and as much as you claim to hateeverything, you don’t break the rules.”
He narrowed his gaze, smirking cruelly. “Don’t I, though?”
My brow furrowed. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I told you that you needed to leave. I told you Camelot Court was no place for you, and you didn’t listen. And now? I get the honor of forcing the issue. Instead of spending time with my soon-to-be fiancée, I’m stuck on the side of the road, making you do what you should’ve done to begin with but refused to do.”
“How is that relevant to my point? And better yet! You don’t honestly expect me to believe that, do you?”
“Believe what?”
“That you’d rather be spending time with Vivian? That you’re excited about your shiny, new future. Give me a fucking break, Max.” I scoffed and angled my body away from him. “Ifyou want to lie to yourself and pretend everything between us was a lie, go right ahead. But save your breath with me.”
He stared at me, his gaze burning into the side of my face, but he stayed silent until I finally turned back to face him.
