blinker as she turned the car down his street.
“You’re what ?” He sat
up straight, the air in the car practically extinguished as he snarled, “Why?
Why do you need to go out there? There’s nothing there for you. California is a
vast wasteland full of surfer guys who use and abuse their women!”
Her jaw fell open as she
glanced quickly again at his stiff frame. No. No way was he going to play the
jealous card on her. “Well maybe I want to be corrupted,” she nibbled on
her lip. This wasn’t the perfect time to tease him, and she knew she was
stirring a pot of bullshit and she had no idea why she was doing it. But his
jealous side was an emotion she secretly appreciated, and she’d definitely
continue to play off it if it got a rise out of him.
“You…what…I mean…” he shook
his head. “Seriously, Abigail…after everything my sister went through with
that…that… guy ? You really think that’s the place you need to go to find
a good screw?”
She gritted her teeth. Jesus,
he was going to play hardball, wasn’t he? But instead of pitching him slow
balls, she’d ignore his digs and handle it like a major leaguer. “Yes I’m as
serious as a heart attack, David. Besides that, Harley has never been happier.
You know this as much as I do.” She shrugged one of her shoulders, pulling her
lips between her teeth to keep from smiling. Oh boy how she loved getting under
his skin.
“You just…I mean…” he groaned,
throwing his head back against the seat. “Have you ever even flown in an
airplane by yourself?”
She nodded, pulling into the
driveway. He was struggling for words and she’d never heard anything more
adorable in her life. “Um, yeah, I have. What do you care anyways?”
He growled, “I care, because I
worry about you. And because I love…”
Her arms stiffened. No. He
wouldn’t… She held her breath, waiting. But he didn’t finish, and somehow or
another she’d managed to make it to his driveway without losing her head in a
spinning frenzy. What the hell? No way, he did not almost just tell her that he
loved her. She had to have been too tired, or losing her hearing, right?
“Never mind,” he finally spat,
already reaching around for the crutches in the back seat. His face was lit by
the interior lights, and she’d never seen it look harder, and more pissed off.
She swallowed a huge, disappointed lump in her throat. Of course he wouldn’t
have said it. What was she thinking?
One thing was for sure though,
they could absolutely not go another two months without talking or seeing each
other. More importantly she knew they couldn’t end the night like this. Her
chest ached, and her eyes watered already. But she wouldn’t let the tears pool
up just yet.
“Thanks for the—”
“David I—”
“No,” he stopped, turning to
face her full on. “I don’t need any excuses from you.” His voice softened. He
sounded so tired, like he could barely form the words to speak anymore. “Do
what you want, Abigail, I’m not your keeper and you obviously want to visit my
sister, so…” He paused, his face paling even more as he pinched the bridge of
his nose. His other hand was outstretched, already reaching for the door
handle, his crutches hung over his shoulder.
“Hey,” she swallowed. Her
voice was soft as she reached for his forearm. He froze, staring down at her
hand with expression–filled, heavenly brown eyes that she could still envision
darkening as they’d made love. She shook her head. Not the time to think
about that, Abigail… “Are you going to be okay?”
She swallowed hard, watching
as he blinked over at her, refocusing again. His sinfully long lashes sheltered
the innocence in his gaze that she so longed to dig out again. But there was
another emotion he held in there too…an emotion that shook her core, to the
point of no return. And if she could have frozen her insides to keep her body
from combusting, she probably would have. Because right
“You’re what ?” He sat
up straight, the air in the car practically extinguished as he snarled, “Why?
Why do you need to go out there? There’s nothing there for you. California is a
vast wasteland full of surfer guys who use and abuse their women!”
Her jaw fell open as she
glanced quickly again at his stiff frame. No. No way was he going to play the
jealous card on her. “Well maybe I want to be corrupted,” she nibbled on
her lip. This wasn’t the perfect time to tease him, and she knew she was
stirring a pot of bullshit and she had no idea why she was doing it. But his
jealous side was an emotion she secretly appreciated, and she’d definitely
continue to play off it if it got a rise out of him.
“You…what…I mean…” he shook
his head. “Seriously, Abigail…after everything my sister went through with
that…that… guy ? You really think that’s the place you need to go to find
a good screw?”
She gritted her teeth. Jesus,
he was going to play hardball, wasn’t he? But instead of pitching him slow
balls, she’d ignore his digs and handle it like a major leaguer. “Yes I’m as
serious as a heart attack, David. Besides that, Harley has never been happier.
You know this as much as I do.” She shrugged one of her shoulders, pulling her
lips between her teeth to keep from smiling. Oh boy how she loved getting under
his skin.
“You just…I mean…” he groaned,
throwing his head back against the seat. “Have you ever even flown in an
airplane by yourself?”
She nodded, pulling into the
driveway. He was struggling for words and she’d never heard anything more
adorable in her life. “Um, yeah, I have. What do you care anyways?”
He growled, “I care, because I
worry about you. And because I love…”
Her arms stiffened. No. He
wouldn’t… She held her breath, waiting. But he didn’t finish, and somehow or
another she’d managed to make it to his driveway without losing her head in a
spinning frenzy. What the hell? No way, he did not almost just tell her that he
loved her. She had to have been too tired, or losing her hearing, right?
“Never mind,” he finally spat,
already reaching around for the crutches in the back seat. His face was lit by
the interior lights, and she’d never seen it look harder, and more pissed off.
She swallowed a huge, disappointed lump in her throat. Of course he wouldn’t
have said it. What was she thinking?
One thing was for sure though,
they could absolutely not go another two months without talking or seeing each
other. More importantly she knew they couldn’t end the night like this. Her
chest ached, and her eyes watered already. But she wouldn’t let the tears pool
up just yet.
“Thanks for the—”
“David I—”
“No,” he stopped, turning to
face her full on. “I don’t need any excuses from you.” His voice softened. He
sounded so tired, like he could barely form the words to speak anymore. “Do
what you want, Abigail, I’m not your keeper and you obviously want to visit my
sister, so…” He paused, his face paling even more as he pinched the bridge of
his nose. His other hand was outstretched, already reaching for the door
handle, his crutches hung over his shoulder.
“Hey,” she swallowed. Her
voice was soft as she reached for his forearm. He froze, staring down at her
hand with expression–filled, heavenly brown eyes that she could still envision
darkening as they’d made love. She shook her head. Not the time to think
about that, Abigail… “Are you going to be okay?”
She swallowed hard, watching
as he blinked over at her, refocusing again. His sinfully long lashes sheltered
the innocence in his gaze that she so longed to dig out again. But there was
another emotion he held in there too…an emotion that shook her core, to the
point of no return. And if she could have frozen her insides to keep her body
from combusting, she probably would have. Because right
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