Blitz (Blast Brothers #3) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,29
world, no guy would ever call her crazy. But they would worry about her fallen snacks.
I muttered, "Don't forget the squirrels."
She turned to glare at me. "What?"
Damn it. I hadn't meant to say that so loud. But now that I had, I couldn’t seem to let it drop. I gave her my snottiest smile. "The squirrels. Don't they get any nuts?"
Her mouth tightened. "It doesn't matter who gets them. They'll be gone before we get back."
We.
Meaning her and Chase.
How nice for her. If history repeated, she'd return in nine days with a sunburn and hickies.
When she looked back to Chase, I blurted out, "Well, I'm not gonna eat them." I wasn't even sure why I said it. I just knew that I didn't like the way she was looking at him, as if she'd just love to taste his nuts, if you know what I mean.
Emory sighed. "I never said you would." Once again, she turned back to Chase.
He told her, "Hey, don't look at me. I'm not gonna eat 'em."
Emory paused for a long moment, and her gazed darted from him to me and back again. Finally, with a flirty smile, she laid her hand across his forearm. "Of course you won't," she laughed. "You won't even be here."
But Chase wasn't laughing. He didn't even crack a smile. "Yeah?" he said. "And why's that?"
"Because…" She tried for another laugh. "We'll be getting the hammer."
Oh, please. She didn't want to get a hammer. She wanted to be hammered.
By his cock.
I bit my lip. But what did he want?
I held my breath and waited.
Her hand was still on his forearm. I was still on the car. The nuts were still on the pavement. And Chase? Well, he was still a sight to behold, even as he looked down and gave Emory's hand a long, cold look.
As he did, I swear, I felt the temperature drop ten degrees.
Emory's smile faded, and she released his arm, looking more awkward than I felt. And that was truly saying something.
She had barely let go when Chase looked to me and said, "Forget the hammer. What you need is a ride."
Chapter 21
Chase
Thirty minutes ago, Mina had looked ridiculous, but cute as hell, atop the roof of her old Chevy Malibu. She looked even better now, sitting in the passenger's seat of my newest vehicle, a bright orange Ferrari.
The vehicle was low and fast, thanks to its twin turbo-charged V8 and over 700 horses under the hood.
Even so, I was driving barely above the speed limit. Already, we'd left downtown and had just turned onto M-13, the four-lane country road heading out toward Hazelton.
We'd spent some of the last thirty minutes walking back to my building and retrieving my keys from my desk before heading down to the underground parking garage and getting into my car.
During the walk, Mina had been strangely quiet for someone looking to sell her ideas. Instead of using the unscheduled time to make another pitch for the sponsorship, she'd said very little, except to claim that she didn't need a ride at all.
Bullshit.
I knew desperation when I saw it. It was the reason I was driving at a sensible speed.
No need to poke the crazy, right?
And yet, I couldn’t resist saying, "So, the blue Malibu – was that your car or…" Deliberately, I left the question unfinished, leaving Mina to fill in the blanks.
She gave me a wary glance. "Or what? Somebody else's?'
I smiled. "It's just a question." At this, she looked so disgruntled that I couldn't resist another tweak. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna report you."
She tried for a laugh. "What, you think I go around trying to break into other people's cars?"
No. I didn't.
She might be crazy, but she wasn't that kind of crazy. She was the kind of crazy that popped out when you weren't expecting it, like when you happened to look out your office window, only to see a chick in a dress straddling the roof of an old Chevy.
Still, I shrugged behind the wheel. "Hey, you never know."
"Oh, please. Even if I were trying to break into someone's car – which I'd never do, by the way – I'd hardly do it with an audience."
I'd seen the audience with my own two eyes – the brunette in the yoga pants. She'd looked good, and she'd known it. Obviously, she'd had more than her share of male attention.
Not from me.
She had roaming eyes and a hard mouth. I hadn't liked her.