“Waiting for my minion of the day. How’s the Pontiac?”
“Challenging.” He shoots me a look. “Like mother, like daughter, I guess.”
I snort. “Gimme a break. I’ve been squeaky clean since I moved here.”
“That’s pushing it—but I like who you’re becoming since you left New York.”
“Bet Dad’s turning in his grave.”
“Bet he isn’t. He’d be as proud of you as I am.”
“Watch it, Ronny! You get any sappier, you’ll be hugging me and shit.”
He shakes his head. “I wanna live. Unlike that guy…”
He points to the road. A Dodge Challenger is heading straight for us, and I don’t have to look twice. I haven’t seen Lewis since he ditched me under the Firebird. What was it I called after him?‘We’re not done here!’I cringe inwardly.
RJ gives my shoulder a quick squeeze. “At least give the guy a chance—he’s a good kid.”
A chance at what?
“Why is everybody so obsessed with him?” I mutter, but RJ just laughs, before sloping back into his man cave.
When the Dodge pulls up in front of me, Lewis leaves the engine running while he jumps out and leans against the hood.
“Someone order a ride?” he drawls.
Why is he so damn sexy…
“Nope.”
“Good thing I’m not working, then.”
He straightens, opening the door and gesturing at me to get in, and I’m confused—he’s never taken me to PT before.
“What’re you waiting for?”
“How come you’re on duty today?”
“The others have crochet.”
I eye the seat undecidedly. Taking this ride with him will only mess my head up even more. It’d be smarter to turn it down and just move on from this guy once and for all.
“Don’t make me have to kidnap you,” he adds.
“Make me not make you.”
“You don’t scare me, Amy Hitman. Not anymore.”
There’s something about the way he says it that makes me shiver in anticipation. I whip the crutch into his ribs.
“Ouch!” He grimaces. “Step away from the crutches, lady!”
“You think that hurt? I’m just getting started, buddy…”
“Ow!”
“That’s more like it.” I drop my weapon and duck into the car.
