Wait for Me / Trust in Me by Samantha Chase Page B

get a rental car and get home. There was no way she could spend another night here with Lucas playing whatever game this was.
    Yanking open the bedroom door, she stomped over to where Lucas stood in the kitchen, his coffee mug suspended midway to his mouth.
    â€œWhen the tow truck gets here, I want him to get me into town so I can get a rental and get home,” she stated bluntly and then crossed her arms across her chest in defiance.
    â€œNo.” Lucas finally took a drink of his coffee, putting the mug down with a little too much force on the countertop and wincing when the hot liquid splashed on him.
    â€œNo? What do you mean no?” Emma’s tone got louder and she took a step toward him.
    Lucas was just as fired up as she was, possibly even more so. She’d had him tied in knots since she got here. Who was he kidding? Emma had him tied in knots for well over a year. “I mean,” he said menacingly, closing the distance between them, “no. The tow truck driver has more important things to do than chauffeur you around looking for a rental car. Did you think you were the only car trapped in this storm?”
    â€œIt’s not your decision to make, Lucas. I may not be able to drive my own car right now but I can damn well leave if I want to!” If her voice hadn’t trembled on the last word, she would almost have believed her own bravado.
    Lucas almost had too.
    â€œEmma,” he began patiently, “no one is saying you can’t leave, but the towing company has to battle enough things right now without adding driving you around to their list. All of the roads aren’t even cleared yet and you’ll probably be hard pressed to find a rental place open. Be reasonable.”
    Right now Emma didn’t want to be reasonable. She wanted to kick, scream, and pout. None of this was fair. All she’d wanted was to get away for a few days, dazzled with the possibility of an all-expense paid weekend at a spa. Look where it had gotten her. She took Lucas’s patience as condescension and she simply snapped.
    â€œReasonable? I’m supposed to be reasonable? I drive up here into the unknown in the middle of a damn snow storm and nearly get myself killed! My car is probably totaled, and has your father even bothered to see what’s happened to me? No! I mean, I risked my damn life to get some stupid papers to him and he hasn’t even called me to see if I’m okay? Who does that?”
    Lucas was ready to defend his father but Emma had merely stopped to take a breath.
    â€œI have worked my tail off for Montgomerys, and this is what I get? I’m snowed in and stuck here with a man who treats me like I’ve got the damn plague!” Her chest was heaving by the time she was done and the lack of response from Lucas was the final straw for her. Emma didn’t care if she had to walk all the way back into town herself, she was getting out of here. She spun on her heel to get away from Lucas when he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her back.
    â€œWhat the hell are you talking about?” he snarled. “I have never treated you like you have the plague!”
    â€œOh, really?” she asked snidely. “You have spent the better part of my time here going between looking at me like you want me to walking away like I disgust you! And you know what, Lucas? It’s pretty damn insulting.”
    They were pressed together from chest to thigh and Emma almost purred with delight at the feel of him, and then remembered that every time she gave in to that feeling, Lucas seemed to pull back. Doing her best, she gave him a look of disgust. “Let go of me,” she said through clenched teeth.
    â€œNot a chance,” he said just before he lowered his head and claimed her lips with his. Everything in Lucas’s head told him not to do this, that it was a mistake. But the sight of Emma so riled up had him needing to give in to all he’d been