Rock Chick Redemption(104)

God, he was such a nice guy.

Though, he was a nice guy in a seriously sexy way.

I shook my head.

He kissed my neck. “You feel like stayin’ yet?” Jeez.

He might be a nice guy but he sure was a stubborn one.

I shook my head.

“Stubborn,” he murmured, his mouth behind my ear.

“I was just thinking that about you,” I told him.

I felt his smile rather than saw it.

“This is gonna be fun,” he said.

I doubted that.

* * * * *

We had French toast. We had a shower. He took me to Tex’s and I heard him on the phone in the kitchen while I did the whole getting dressed production. I cal ed Annette and she answered with a sleepy, “Yo bitch.” She was in Denver and she told me she and Jason were catching up on sleep and we arranged to meet later at Fortnum’s.

I cal ed Uncle Tex at the store (he was stil not using his cel phone) and got the address for where my car was.

Then, Hank took me to get my car.

I thought this was fishy, Hank being so nice, taking me to my car, considering I intended to drive off into the sunset with it. But I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, especial y Hank’s mouth; his mouth was mesmerizing.

The guy in dirty blue coveral s was sitting behind the counter, flipping through the paper.

“I’m here to pick up my car,” I told him when he looked up.

He looked at Hank, then back at me.

“Sorry, can’t give it to you.”

I stared at him. “Why?”

“Some cops came in awhile ago, towed it to the impound. Said it was evidence in a crime.” My body went stil . “What crime?”

He shrugged.

My head turned slowly to look at Hank. He was looking pleased with himself. That was when my body turned slowly to face Hank. “You know anything about this?” His lips twitched. “Might do.”

My hands fisted at my sides, I stomped my foot and let out strangled noise.

Hank did a ful on smile, tagged me around the waist and pul ed me into his body. “Told you you were stayin’,” he said.

“I… you…” I stopped and made the strangled noise again.

One of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other one slid into my hair.

“God, you’re cute,” he said.

“You’re a jerk,” I replied.