Luke let out an elongated breath. “Don’t piss me off, Delilah. I’m not anymore of a morning demon than you are. Now, wake up…time for work.”
“I hate you!”
Sorcha arched a brow at the angry growl from the car speakers before the engine sputtered to life.
“Know you do.” He pulled out of the garage, then left the car to close the door.
As he did so, Sorcha scowled. “Why don’t you have a garage door opener?”
“Delilah’s a petty creature. If I use one, she sabotages it just for spite. It’s easier to open and close it manually than give her a way to piss me off.”
Okay, there was definitely something up with the car. “So, the car is possessed?”
“What?” he asked as he returned.
“The car. She is like Christine.”
He laughed. “Nothing like Christine. Delilah wasn’t born on an assembly line. And she’s not really the car. She likes hanging out in it to get under my skin because she knows I love the car and she’s determined to suck all my joy out of it.”
“Yes, I do.”
Bug-eyed, Sorcha cut a glance to the car radio that spoke to them. “Hello?”
“Whatever. Tell the human to leave me alone. It’s too early in the morning to conversate.”
He passed a droll stare toward Sorcha as he pulled out on the street. “It’s too early in the morning to conversate with the car,” he repeated.
“You do everything she says?” Sorcha couldn’t help asking.
“Rarely do I do anything anyone says. I’m vicious that way.”
He was definitely something, but she wouldn’t say vicious, per se. At least not to her. He’d actually been exceptionally nice and even kind.
The last thing she expected, which was why she was beginning to look forward to being with him. In spite of his hellish origins, he was a lot of fun.
Trying to distract herself from his…je ne sais quois, she pulled her electronic tablet from her crossbody bag.
Luke glanced over to it as they stopped at a light. “What’s that thing you keep using?”
“It’s where I keep my notes and case files.”
“Yeah, but it’s not a laptop.”
Turning it on, she smiled at him. “Remarkable tablet.” She pulled the magnetic stylus from the side of it. “I can handwrite my notes, and it’ll convert them to text files when I’m done so that I can import them into my reports. And now I can import them onto to my amazing smart board in my beautiful office, thank you very much.”
“And they say I’m the one who does magic. That sounds like all kinds of evil to me.”
“Only when a gremlin strikes. Maybe lightning.”
He laughed. “I’ll try and keep the gremlins from your equipment.”
For some reason, that sounded almost like a come-on line. Then again, most of what he said sounded that way. With that deep, gravelly voice, he could turn the most innocuous comment into something sexual. She would say it should be a sin, but with his parentage, it most likely was.
She’d heard the word incorrigible her entire life. It wasn’t until meeting this man that she understood the real meaning of that word.
He was the epitome of incorrigible. And he reveled in it.
Putting his sexiness out of her mind, she opened her tablet and started taking notes. “So…how long have you known this Raven Mocker?”
