I sighed. He had a point. Still… “You’re very bossy.”
“Get used to it.”
I grabbed a pair of slip-on shoes and followed him downstairs.
The house felt eerily quiet again as we walked toward the back door that led to the garage. Hawk unlocked it and stepped inside first.
The garage light flicked on with a soft click. My car sat parked neatly in the center—my sweet little powder-blue Volkswagen Beetle.
The moment Hawk saw it, he stopped. Completely still.
Like his brain had short-circuited.
His shoulders went rigid.
Then he spoke. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I turned and blinked at him. “What?”
He pointed at the Beetle like it had personally offended him. “I’m not driving that.”
I couldn’t help it—a snort of laughter escaped me. It was the first time I’d laughed all night.
“What’s wrong with it?”
Hawk stared at the car like it had insulted his ancestors. “Everything.”
“It’s a perfectly good car.”
“It’s a toy.”
“It’s adorable.”
“It’s humiliating.”
I crossed my arms. “Well, too bad.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “If I have to go to the hospital tonight,” I continued sweetly, “then you have to drive my car.”
Hawk stared at me for a long moment. His jaw tightened. Then he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “Unbelievable.”
But he still walked toward the driver’s side door. The big outlaw biker ducked slightly as he climbed into my tiny Beetle. The sight was so ridiculous I almost laughed again.
But as he leaned over the center console to adjust the seat, his shoulder brushed against me, and the scent of leather and smoke wrapped around the small space of the car.
My laugh caught halfway out.
Hawk sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally betrayed him. Then he glanced over at me. “If anyone from the club sees me in this thing…”
I slid into the passenger seat and shut the door. “They won’t.”
Hawk started the engine with a deep sigh. “You better hope not.”
He glanced around the tiny interior again. “Because if the club ever sees me driving this thing…”
His jaw tightened. “Someone’s dying.”
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