Rushing to catch up, she was quickly rethinking her decision to take this job. Not that she had any choice after what she’d done.
Why…why did I shoot my partner?
For the first time, she regretted it. Was this her punishment? To be paired with a partner she couldn’t hurt?
“It’ll be fine,” she said under her breath, mocking her father’s words. “You’ll fit right in. It’ll be the best job you’ve ever had. You’ll love it there! Savannah’s awesome! Just wait. You’ll see.”
Luke paused at the first garage door to turn and frown at her. “Psychotic episode or Tourette’s?”
“Pardon?”
He waved his hand at her. “Your…whatever mumbling. Is it a psychotic episode or some other thing I need to know about? Is it a one-off or something recurring I’ll have to explain to others?”
“Call it frustration. Shock. Denial. Disbelief…incredulity. I like that one.”
He snorted. “Yeah well, working with you isn’t my perfect tea party, either. I’m not exactly thrilled by those who have ties to my enemies.”
“What?”
He reached down to open the garage door manually. “Oh, don’t play all innocent like you don’t know your bloodline. I can smell it on you.”
What was he talking about? “Apparently, I don’t. What do you know that my family failed to tell me?”
After lifting the door, he froze. “Nothing. If you don’t know, there’s probably a reason for it and I shouldn’t have said anything.” He wagged his eyebrows at her. “Shall we?” He gestured toward…
Sorcha looked at the old vintage car and felt her heart sink with vicious dread. “Is that…Christine?” Which would make total sense given that he was the son of the devil. Why not have Christine as his car?
He gave her a droll stare. “No. Not even. Don’t you dare insult this lady like that. Christine was a boring average automobile. This…this is a Gauguin Red 1957 Chrysler 300C. The first muscle car ever made. Built for speed and luxury, she was innovation incarnate. The first of her kind. The perfect marriage of aggression and beauty. And she is always forward looking. A perfect example of modernity and putting the past behind you while remaking the future into what you want it to be. She’s just like me. A perfect being.”
Wow…
Where did she even begin unpacking that statement?
“You don’t suffer from any lack of self-esteem, do you?”
“I do not.” He pulled the keys from his pocket as he opened the car door and got in.
Sorcha went to her side and had to admit the car was exceptionally pretty for an antique.
And damned if he didn’t look incredible sitting in it. The huge convertible fit him to a T.
As she sat down beside him, he leaned across her lap.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Relax,” he said, opening the glove box. He pulled out a red University of Georgia ball cap and handed it to her. “Long hair and convertibles make for a mess.”
“What about you?”
Of all the things in the universe, he pulled a pink hair tie off his gearshift and tied his hair up in what had to be the manliest man bun she’d ever seen and given the fact she absolutely hated man buns and thought them completely stupid, that said something.
“You look like you should be a biker.”
“Hell’s Angel?” he shot back with that infectious grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Are they demons too?”
“No…but some of them will have a nice long conversation with my dad when they cross over.”
