Okay, so much for concern. Finally, her temper was shoving through the fear, and she let it have free rein. “Not a chance, buddy. You tell me right now what’s going on, or I’m getting out of this truck.” She didn’t have to stick around for this.
“You won’t make it.”
She wasn’t a violent person, but smacking him in the nose was starting to have appeal. “Since you’re trying to pretty much hide me, I’m guessing that Rock has a way to trace me? Or that he wants to?”
“I don’t want to put my hands on you, Dana, but I will. Secure your seat belt.”
“You already put your hands on me last night,” she retorted. “You want to go? Oh, we’ll go. Bring it on.”
He blinked. Finally. “What?”
Now he was paying attention and actually seeing her instead of going through the motions. She put both her hands up, fists ready. “You want to use hands and be all threatening, then you can bring it on. I may not draw first blood, but you’re gonna hurt.”
He shook his head like a dog splashed with water. “Have you lost your mind?”
Yes. One hundred percent she had freaking lost her mind. But at least he was talking to her now, and if she had to act like a lunatic to get through to him, then she would. “You obviously are spoiling for a fight, so let’s go, big man. Show me how tough you are.”
“You are about to get spanked.”
Okay. She had not expected that one. She drew back slightly. Well, all in or all out. “Maybe you’ll get spanked.” She launched herself at him, swinging one leg over him and landing to straddle him, her hands clamping on his face. The steering wheel dug into her back, so she shimmied even closer. Then she kissed him, full on the mouth, pressing as hard as she could.
He pulled her away by her ponytail. “What. Are. You. Doing?”
She panted, her mind spinning, her instincts misfiring. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just really happy I jumped on your lap?”
“Jesus. It’s a gun.” He yanked the gun free and settled it on the dash.
She gyrated against his pelvis. “I think you might have another one in there.” Even now, he felt pretty good beneath her.
His mouth opened and then closed like a landed carp. “You are fucking crazy.”
“I wasn’t until I started dating you,” she blurted, trying to defend herself. “Before you, I was totally normal. Ate healthy, worked out, never challenged a guy twice my size to a brawl.”
“We are not dating.”
“The hell we’re not.” She softened her hold on his face. “After last night, we are so totally dating.” Was that what had been happening? “You’re being a jackass to push me away? To make me go on my way and leave you alone?”
His head drew back. “I am not being a jackass.”
The dog farted loudly from the back seat.
“See? Even the dog thinks you’re being a jackass.” She was feeling a little ridiculous, because if he didn’t want her, she’d just acted a total fool. But he’d definitely been all in the night before; he wanted her. Yeah. That had to be the truth. “You can be all robotic and act like a moron, but I’m not going on my way.”
He breathed out, for the first time in hours looking like her Wolfe. “How did I lose control so quickly?”
“Oh, honey,” she murmured, caressing his whiskered jaw. “I’m not sure you ever really had control, you know?” She leaned in and kissed him again, her heart thumping when he finally kissed her back. “Now. Let’s start at the beginning. Rock obviously found me and planted that bomb and now you’re afraid that he’s coming after me?”
“Yes, and we’re calling him Gary now. He doesn’t deserve a nickname.” Wolfe’s big chest filled with air and then deflated.
Now they were getting somewhere. “How did he find you?” she asked.
Oops. Wrong question. Wolfe’s eyes got all narrow again. “He didn’t find me. He found you.”
She grimaced. “Oh.”
He released her ponytail and cupped her entire neck. “He killed Candy, and he said he’s coming after you next if I don’t stop tracking him. By the way, I’m pretty sure he’s dating Theresa Rhodes.”
She shivered.
