“Ready to go?”she asks me once she’s finished her breakfast.
“Ready when you are.”
Larsen tugs on her boots and coat, and we leave the house.She still looks half asleep and ridiculously pretty as I drive her into town.
I can’t stop smiling as I reach over and take her hand in mine.
“You’re way too cheerful this morning,” she says, squinting at me.
“I always look like this.”
“No,” she says dryly.“You look… happy.Usually, you’re grumpy and stoic.”
I smirk as I glance at her.She’s still flushed, still glowing, still very clearly affected by last night, and my blood heats instantly.
Dangerous woman.
“You sore?”I ask casually.
Her head whips toward me.“Kian!”
I laugh.God, I love making her blush.
I pull up outside the bank building and cut the engine.Before she can escape, I grab her face and kiss her again.
Because I can.
Because I want to.
Because I’m already addicted.
Larsen melts into me, her fingers curling into my jacket.
I groan softly before forcing myself to pull back.“Lunch.I’ll pick something up for us.”
She smiles.“Lunch,” she agrees.“See you then.”
Then she’s gone.
And my day officially becomes torture.
Work is unbearable, not because of the cars, but because of the woman currently walking around town existing without me touching her.It doesn’t help that we’re slow today with only an oil change in the morning.I spend a bit of time cleaning up and organizing, but after about an hour of pretending to give a shit about anything happening inside the shop, I give up.
I grab my keys.
“Where are you going?”Foster asks me.
“Important business.”
He smiles as I head out and hop into my truck.
My head is spinning as I drive around.I slow as I pass the dealership in town, then turn into the lot.An idea forms in my head as I park and exit the truck.A salesperson greets me, but I ignore him for the most part as I walk around, looking at my choices.
I know exactly what she needs.Something safe, something reliable, something that won’t fall apart on her.Something worthy of my girl.
An hour and a half later, I’m staring at it like a proud idiot.
Perfect.
