I narrow my eyes. “Thanks.”
He shakes his head. “That came out wrong.”
“You think?”
“The point is, I can’t leave you with that body still fresh in your car.”
Rolling my eyes, I start the car, but then he suddenly opens the door again. “Wait.”
He runs toward the Tartarus House in his bathrobe, looking ridiculous as fuck, and returns within mere seconds, out of breath … and with a damn saw in his hand.
“What the—”
He grins. “So we can cut up the limbs.”
I grimace. “Are you out of your mind?”
“You’re the one who killed a cop.”
He sways that damn thing around like it’s a weapon, so I snatch it out of his hands and chuck it in the back seat. “Are you trying to kill me too?”
“I don’t know. Depends if you keep doing dumb things that could get us into big trouble.”
“You inserted yourself into my business,” I grit.
“I made it my business because her happiness is my business,” he retorts.
“Why do you care so much what she thinks?”
“Because I’m infatuated. Duh.”
He rolls his eyes like it’s not a big deal, but my blood pressure is already through the roof.
“I just killed a guy because she kissed him. Do you think it’s a smart idea to admit that to me?” I crack my knuckles.
If I didn’t already have one body lying in the back of my trunk, I’d strangle him with my bare hands for even insinuating he likes her.
He leans his temple against his fist. “Yes. Maybe you’ll kill me too, and then it’s a win-win for me.” The smile that follows creeps me the fuck out. “So are you going to kill me or not? There’s a saw in the back. I’m waiting.”
This guy is absolutely out of his mind. “No.” I start the car. “I’m not gonna give you more pleasure.”
“Pity … I was looking forward to getting pleasured by you.”
What the—
He grabs my gear handle right when I do too, and when our hands touch, I immediately retract my hand while a blush spreads on my cheeks.
“Watch it.”
“Just helping out,” he muses, shrugging. “After you.”
“I know how to drive,” I say, grinding my teeth.
This fucker is pissing me off, but I don’t fucking understand why. Besides the fact that he’s always getting in my way.
He smiles. “Of course. I’m just here for the ride. Don’t mind me.”
I look him up and down, as his bathrobe seems awfully loose. “Are you even wearing anything under that?”
