Head Over Wheels - Samantha Chase Page 0,4
even have one framed in my apartment. Everything about them was cool and now that I’ve seen the car in person…” She trailed off, knowing she sounded ridiculous. It was an unattainable dream–not to mention unrealistic. As Malcolm already said, she was a terrible driver. There was no way she should even consider owning a car like that. There was no doubt that she’d ruin it in a heartbeat.
“You okay?”
Turning, she glanced at him. “I’ll be fine. I don’t know why I’m being like this over a car.” She shook her head. “It’s weird, right?”
“You think everything’s weird,” he countered.
That surprised her. “I do not!” she cried. “When have I ever said that things feel weird?”
He glanced her way again. “You really want to do this?”
“Yeah, I really do. Let’s hear it.”
Shifting slightly in the driver’s seat, he rested one arm on the door and the other on the steering wheel. “You think it’s weird how I don’t drink coffee.”
“Everyone drinks coffee!” she argued with a small laugh. “Ever see the lines at Starbucks?”
“Clearly not.”
“Okay, fine. What else have you got?”
“You think it’s weird that my father never took me to Disney World.”
“Again, everyone’s gone at least once, Malcolm. People travel from other countries to go there.”
He shrugged. “I don’t see the appeal.”
With a dramatic sigh, she said, “In having fun? Uh, yeah. I got that. Go on.”
“You’ve commented numerous times how you think people who haven’t binge-watched The Office, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Walking Dead, and Game of Thrones are weird.”
“They’re great shows!”
“You openly mock people who can’t name all the…wait, who are they? The Kardashians?”
“Everyone knows them, Malcolm! And it’s not hard to remember, all their names start with K’s!”
“You also mock people who don’t stay up to date with celebrity gossip and pop culture or who don’t watch TMZ.”
She was beginning to see a pattern here…
“And you think it’s weird that people do!” she countered. “So I’m not the only one who has issues or thinks things are weird.”
Another shrug. “I never said you were. I’m just saying that you think everything is weird and not just a few random things.”
“You know, I could point out all your issues too.”
“I’m sure you could,” he said with a low laugh. It was low and gruff and when he turned his head and smiled at her, she felt herself tingle from head to toe.
Dammit.
“But unlike you, I happen to find all of your quirks…endearing.”
“Endearing?” He didn’t sound like he believed her even a little bit.
Nodding, she said, “Uh-huh.”
“Now this I’ve got to hear. No one’s ever called me endearing.”
Well…shit. Was he really going to make her explain? But when she didn’t expand–simply because she was too embarrassed–Malcolm reached over and gently patted her on the knee while smiling.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, but not before his hand casually skimmed a little higher before he pulled it away.
In that moment, Dani began to wonder if this attraction really was all one-sided.
“Dani?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you mind telling me why we only have one room instead of two?” They were riding up in the hotel elevator in Hilton Head and he was surprised she wasn’t freaking out about their accommodations.
“Your dad’s always going on about not spending too much money, so I just followed all the travel arrangements you’ve used in the past. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“Well, this is a little different. Do you want me to get you your own room?” he asked, hoping he sounded casual about it because he was nervous as hell about sharing a room with her. The front desk clerk said it was a king room with a sleeper sofa, so at least they weren’t sharing a bed. “I don’t mind taking the sleeper. You can have the bed.”
He looked over and saw her chewing on her bottom lip–something he wouldn’t mind doing–and waited for her to respond.
“I mean…I guess it’s not a big deal.” She looked up at him with a nervous smile. “But I can take the couch. You’re a big guy and I’m sure you’d be way more comfortable in the bed.”
Of course he would, but he still was going to be a gentleman. “I’m fine on the couch. Trust me. You take the bed.”
She studied him for a moment and he wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. She looked just as nervous as he did and that was at least some consolation. “If you’re sure…”
The elevator arrived on their floor and they silently made their way to their