walking. She wanted to pull back, but there was a small crowd growing at the edge of the Cardboard Cottages, and she didn’t want to be left there. Stumbling to keep up, they made it to her car. He whirled her around and pressed her back against the passenger door, sliding her bag off her shoulder. After he reached inside, the jingle of her keys could be heard, and he pulled them out. Opening the door, he ordered, “Get in.”
Determined he would receive his verbal thrashing once they were in the car and away from the area, she climbed in and slammed the door. I can’t believe I slept with such a jerk! I can’t believe I’ve been thinking of him all week!
11
Kyle started her car, determined to stay focused even though his hands were shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his body. A slew of emotions had hit him, one right after the other. Suspicion morphed into surprise when she shot pepper spray on a breezy day in close range, making most of it hit her and some toward him. He was hit with a shock when the watery green eyes stared up at him, unable to believe it was Kimberly.
Then anger overtook him at her recklessness. Jesus, they’d just had three dead bodies there this morning. If she’d stumbled onto them… Jesus.
As pissed as he was, the next thing that slammed into him was lust when he pressed his body close to hers to get her keys. Glancing toward the side at the hard set of her jaw, he figured he’d keep that tidbit to himself. He pulled onto the main road and asked, “Where do you live?”
She remained silent.
“I’m going to keep driving around in circles using up all your gas, so you might as well tell me where you live.”
“Colbert. Turn left up here.”
Recognizing the street name, he was not surprised to observe blocks and blocks of rowhouses, similar to the area of town where he lived. After a few minutes, she pointed to hers, and he parallel parked in front. She leaped out of her car and slammed the door, stalking up her front steps. He climbed out of the driver’s side slowly, grinning as he waited for her to realize he still had her keys.
At the top stoop, she whirled around, held out her hand, and wiggled her fingers, mimicking his earlier actions. Instead of dropping the keys onto her palm, he reached around and unlocked her door, pushing it open.
She stepped inside and quirked her brow. “You could have just had your friend follow us here so he could take you directly away.”
He placed his hand on her stomach, pushed her back gently, and stepped into her house. Sighing, he closed the door behind them. “I could have, but I’m not leaving right now. Not until I get some answers about why you were at a scene that just this morning had three dead bodies.”
She sucked in a quick breath, her eyes widening before immediately narrowing again. “Were you this much of a jerk the night I met you?”
“No, but I think we both had other things on our mind that night.”
She growled and whirled quickly, her ponytail whipping about, barely missing his face. Stalking through her living room, she headed toward the back.
Every rowhouse he’d been in, including his own, had the same basic layout. The front door opened straight into the living room. Stairs leading to the second floor were close by. Toward the back was the kitchen and many had no dining room. An alley or small patio was through the back door of the kitchen. His townhouse was larger, but whoever had refurbished hers had done an exceptional job. Exposed brick. Wood floors. Softly painted walls.
Her keys were still in his hand, and he followed her into the kitchen, placing them onto the counter next to where she’d tossed her bag. Her refrigerator door was open, and she had bent to pull something out. His gaze landed on her perfect ass, and he shifted, needing to adjust his cock, glad her back was to him.
She stood suddenly and turned around, hands on her hips. “Are you still here?”
“Apparently.”
“I want you to leave. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be here any longer. Even though I thought of you for the past week, I’m no longer interested in seeing you again.”
“You thought of me?”
“That’s all you focused on? I just told you that I want you to leave and