“We’re going out.”
I hesitantly repeated the same phrase.
“What’s difficult to understand about that?”
I opened and closed my mouth and then just pointed at my ankle monitor. “We have to be back before six.”
Parole curfew.
His smile held an impish edge. I narrowed my gaze.
“How did you get me a curfew?”
His smirk widened. “I have ways.” He shrugged, and the secretive look on his face made me not want to ask any further questions.
For a split second, I considered being difficult and telling him that he was crazy, but the lure of being outside was too severe to ignore.
I rolled off the bed, shucked off my clothes, and pulled an outfit from the drawers.
Sinclair groaned, but I didn’t turn to look at him; instead, I finished dressing.
I shook my foot, but the device didn’t let my leggings go any lower. Whatever, I wasn’t going to take the pants off to replace them.
“All ready.” I turned, fists on my hips.
“Put a jumper on, it’s chilly out.” He was already walking to the long compartment attached to the dresser. I tensed athis proximity, but he was too busy pulling a fluffy coat off the hanger.
“Arms,” he ordered gruffly.
“I can do it.” He caught my hand and started shoving it into the coat. He held out the other side, and I shoved it through. He swatted my hands away from the zipper and slowly dragged it over me.
Warmth grew in my belly.
I gritted my teeth.Keep it together!
“You’re a beauty.” He cupped the side of my face, and I barely moved before his lips touched mine.
I stepped back.
“Don’t push it,” I warned, leveling him with a glare. He put both hands up, that smirk crossing his lips. He walked around me, making a show of giving me an exaggerated amount of space.
I trailed behind him, passing through a very quiet house.
“Where are the others?”
“Getting things done.” He shrugged. “Just you and me today, sweets. And we’d best hurry up. They don’t want you out at all unless all of us are with you, so I’m kind of breaking the rules right now.”
“Out of the goodness of your heart?” I said, sarcastically.
“There is no good in my heart, sweets.” He stopped and pinched the bottom of my chin, lifting it toward him. “Other than for you.”
Anything I was about to say became stuck in my throat. Sinclair curled his arm behind me and shuffled me out of the house, his hand squeezing my hip.
Snake arms, I swear.
I shuffled out behind him, and he led me to the car, opening the passenger door. He leaned down, and his mouth neared mine. I turned away, and the kiss landed on my cheek.
Sinclair pulled back with a loud pop. I scowled at him as he retreated, but he rounded the car, and his muffled whistling invaded through the cracked window.
