“I’m gonna kill you!” he screams.
“Time to go,” Cooper says. “Get in the car.”
I don’t hesitate, ducking back inside the car, closing the door and locking it.
Cooper slides over the front of his car, landing on the other side. He doesn’t even have the car door shut as he puts it in drive and takes off.
“That was fucking amazing!” he whoops, slamming his door shut as we speed down the road.
“I cannot believe we just did that.” I turn in my seat, looking out the back window to see people running after us. “Cooper, what if they follow us?”
“Don’t worry.” He grins over at me, my heart going wild with adrenaline. “I won’t let them catch us.”
“You need to slow down,” I tell him as he takes a sharp turn. “And put your damn seatbelt on before you get yourself killed. I just got you, I’m not ready to lose you already.”
The car goes quiet and the tips of my ears warm at my words.
“Yes, sir.” He quickly puts his belt on. “Whatever my man wants, he gets.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I mutter, chest warming at his words and he laughs.
“How come you didn’t tell me you had a killer aim?” Cooper asks as he slows down, his car melting back into traffic.
“I don’t.”
“I mean, you nailed that fucker right in the forehead. I hope the bastard got egg in his eyes.” He laughs.
“It was pretty funny.” I can't help but smile.
“It felt good, didn’t it?”
“Yeah. It kind of did.”
“Good.” Cooper nods. “He deserved it, and a hell of a lot more.”
Is it weird that I’m falling even harder for this man, because he thought a fun night out would be to egg my bully? It’s making me really want to jump him.
Is it normal for me to be so damn horny? Maybe I should see someone about this.
Cooper turns into the drive-thru at Starbucks. “I know they don’t make your latte exactly how you like it, but our regular place is closed,” he says as he pulls up to the intercom.
“We’re getting coffee? It’s ten at night.”
“Yeah, but our night isn’t over.” He grins. “I’m not nearly done with you, Blake Clark.”
Unable to look at him without smiling like an idiot, I look away.
“Ah, babe? Might wanna take this off before they think we’re robbing the place.” Cooper tugs at the top of the ski mask I forgot I was still wearing.
“Shit.” I laugh, pulling it off and throwing it into the backseat. Cooper does the same, his curly blond hair sticking up all over the place.
We order coffees and their lemon loaf bread.
Instead of driving in the direction of either of our houses, we continue through town and exit the other side, driving back into the country.
“I have a question,” I ask, feeling like a complete idiot.
“Ask away, Latte Boy.” He chuckles.
