Page 13 of Head Over Heels
Suddenly, her expression clouded and she ripped her gaze away, crossing her arms over her chest. She jutted her chin toward the garage door. “Do you happen to have one of those clicky things?”
He let the smile spread over his lips. “You mean a garage door opener?”
“Yes.”
“Nope.” He picked up his coffee and took a sip before saying, “It’s manual.”
She pointed to the two-seater Porsche convertible. “You mean I’m supposed to get out of my car and open the door ... by hand?”
“Or you could keep your car in the driveway.” He offered helpfully.
Her hand waved at her car. “You expect me to keep my baby in the driveway?”
He studied the Porsche and had to admit it was a cool car. It wasn’t white and wasn’t beige, but kind of a muted white tan color that probably had some name that eluded him. The creamy color highlighted the red leather seats and matching steering wheel. The combination was a surprise, unexpected, much like the woman in front of him trying very hard to work on her temper.
He shrugged. “It’s an option.”
“It’s not an option.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to get out of the car and open the garage door.”
She shook her head. “I’m in hell. You’re the devil. And this is my punishment for all my misdeeds. That’s the only logical explanation.”
He let his gaze take a slow, lazy lap over her body before saying, “Confess your sins, darlin’, and maybe you can still be saved.”
She sucked in a breath and heat flared between them before she frowned, all fierce and defiant. “Your dumb nicknames are getting redundant.”
But they were effective. Despite her protests. He laughed. “Do you want me to show you how to open the door?”
She stared at him, her expression one of disbelief, as though she couldn’t figure out how he could be such an idiot. Suddenly her features cleared and she got a sweet, bright smile on her lips. “No, no, that won’t be necessary.”
All the fine hairs on the back of his neck rose as she flashed him another brilliant smile before marching into the house.
He kept an eye on the back door, wondering what on earth she planned, having more fun this morning than he’d had in the last year.
After about five minutes she walked outside, carrying a sledgehammer over her shoulder.
“Now, Sophie,” he said, getting up from the table. “Let’s be reasonable.”
She ignored him.
And before he could even get out another argument, calm as could be she went to the side door, swung, and smashed the door handle with a resounding crack.
The knob fell to the ground and she sighed happily before putting the hammer down and resting it against the garage. She pushed open the door and called out, “I’m in.”
He shook his head. Thankfully, she faced away from him and couldn’t see his huge grin. “Are you going to pay for that?”
“Yep.” She walked into the garage. “Have a nice day, sweetie.”
He laughed.
Yep, no doubt about it. Sophie Kincaid was nothing but trouble.
* * *
Somehow she’d managed to avoid Ryder for the rest of the day. Okay, she managed to avoid talking to him. Looking at him was a different matter entirely.
Oh sure, she’d made sure not to occupy the same air space as him, playing a game she was positive he was onto. When he was inside, she did work outside, and when he was outside, she went in.