She blinks and curses. I smirk, turning back to the front.
“I hate you,” she mumbles.
“Didn’t seem like that, last night,” I say.
“I was drunk. Anything I said was a lie.”
“It’s not what you said,” I say. “It’s what youdid.”
I tilt the rearview mirror to see her cheeks turn flush.
Knox adjusts it.
“I’m using that,” he says, exasperated. “To drive.”
I turn it back to watch Haven.
“Use your damn neck,” I respond.
Knox groans.
“Are you two a couple or something?” he asks.
“No,” we say in unison.
“Then what is up with you both today?” Knox asks. “The sexual tension is palpable.”
“Shut up,” Haven grumbles.
“Just drive,” I order.
Knox snickers, pleased to have gotten under our skin.
Once the car parks, I order Knox to leave.
Haven reaches for the door, but I click the lock shut, and she huffs in annoyance.
“What now?” she asks.
“Are we going to speak about last night?” I ask.
“I was drunk, and as far as I recall, you made a fool of us both,” Haven says. “Youruinedmy birthday.”
I ignore her harsh words. Her coldness does little to freeze my affections. It is too late to curb them, and trying will only prolong the inevitable.
I reach into my pocket and draw out the necklace that was delivered early this morning. It took a fair bit of calls and threats to ensure this was sent before first light. The enforcers dropped off a box a few hours ago, and after rifling through the belongings, I came across this. I knew that this would mean far more to Haven than any expensive jewelry I could buy from a boutique.
“Can you come to the front?” I ask.
“My door is locked,” she says dryly.
“If I unlock it, will you come?”
“Yes,” she says with a sweet smile.
I know without a doubt that she will run the second I give her the chance. I unlock the doors for a split second, leap out of mine, and slide into the back. Haven reaches for her handle, but I grab her wrist and drag her onto my lap.
“What is wrong with you?” she says, flailing.
