Didn't Expect You (Against All Odds #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,23

more than just liking her pretty face. I want to figure it out, but also run away fast. Things will never go beyond the allure. All I can offer her is my company and good sex. I don’t have anything to give, and I bet she deserves the world.

I glance at her again and I feel it, the magic swirling between us. It’d be a crime letting it go to waste. I can just feel the sparks flying between us just with one kiss. Her and me in bed…we’d ignite like two supernovas colliding.

Should I let it go to waste?

Magic is meaningless. It doesn’t last long, and you can ruin the best thing that’s happened to Ford.

Stop wondering how she looks naked and think of something unsexy, like—

“Is everything okay?” she asks, cocking her head to the side and biting her lip. “You seemed concerned or maybe… Trouble at work? I could help if you like.”

And now I want to suck on her bottom lip. Kiss her, running my mouth all over her perfect body.

Stop fucking around, Nathaniel!

I simply smile at her and say, “We’re in a good mood today.”

I open the passenger door for her, letting every emotion that’s awakening inside of me go back to hibernation. Reciting the alphabet, thinking about my appointments for next week, and…everything I think of still makes me want her.

“Maybe I’m drunk since we’re going ziplining,” she jokes, turning her body to pet Brock. “He has a car seat?”

“Yes, it helps him stay in place. It’s hard to drive with him when he’s jumping from one seat to the other,” I explain as I enter the address Eros sent me last night in the navigation app.

“I could tell you how to get to my parents’ place without that thing,” she says with annoyance.

“Sure, but can you warn me about accidents, roadblocks, or police vehicles?” I question making sure my phone is connected to the car.

She grunts, “You are one of those people who drives above the speed limit, aren’t you?”

“I obey to the best of my ability,” I answer innocently, and she laughs. When I reach a stoplight, I turn my attention to her, and I notice her eyes are scanning me and then Brock. “Are you trying to find any similarities between us?”

“No, just wondering why you have a Wheaten Terrier, and not a Rottweiler, German Shepherd, or Golden Retriever. He seems…I don’t know, like a family dog,” she explains, switching her attention toward her phone.

“He is part of my family,” I inform her.

As the light turns green, I push the gas pedal and tell her a little about how Brock came to become part of my family. “The breed wasn’t a choice. It’s more like we were introduced while I was visiting a friend, and we hit it off.”

She laughs. “Like a puppy blind date?”

“It’s a complicated story that I can sum up with, I know someone who fosters dogs. They introduced me to this guy. He was a ten-month-old pup. We hit it off. I needed a roommate, and he was looking for a place to stay. We just agreed to live together. You can’t say no to that face.”

“That’s an adorable way to put it. You can try to deny it as much as you want, but you’re cute,” she says with a mocking voice.

“Hear that, boy? You are cute.”

She laughs. “So how old is he?”

“Three, why?”

“He makes me want to have a dog,” she answers. “I researched dogs last night, and it’s not that simple to just go and get one. According to the tests I took online, I need a dog who doesn’t need much exercise because I don’t have time for him.”

“Start your own law firm. You’ll be able to bring your dog to work and lower your stress levels,” I insist, and I’m tempted to offer her a contract with me. She could become one of my legal consultants. There are so many things she could do with her degree, her experience, and her determination. The few times I’ve dealt with her during legal negotiations, she’s left me impressed.

“It takes a lot of money to set up a firm. Where am I supposed to find clients?” she asks, a tad flustered. “I’m still paying for my student loans, there’s the house, the car… You wouldn’t understand.”

“You might be surprised,” I argue. “Did I live a comfortable childhood? Yes, but I also worked my ass off because I always got in trouble. Dad made us pay