Page 63 of A Stop in Time
“Yeah. Let’s go get you fed.”
Those full lips flatten into a thin, mutinous line before she speaks slowly. “Hard pass.”
I narrow my eyes. “I wasn’t askin’.”
An angry flush spreads across her cheeks. “If I had a choice between spending more time with you after the shit you pulled earlier, I’d choose waterboarding at GITMO.”
She gestures in the direction of the garage. “The only reason I fixed your damn car is to get your ass out of here faster.”
Her mouth pinches before she fires off, “Plus, you’ve made it known that I’m the glorious exception to your ‘no hurting women’ rule.” Her tone drips with sarcasm, but it also holds a trace of hurt.
My glacial stare, the one that normally has grown men pissing themselves, has zero effect on her somehow. “You need to eat.”
“And you need to go.”
“I’m not leavin’ ’til you’re fed.”
When she gets to her feet, I’m at least relieved she appears steady and not the least bit shaky. “I have a job to do.”
I raise my brows. “Don’t see anybody linin’ up for parts. In fact, I’d guess I was your sole customer for this morning.”
She grits her teeth. “It’s still early.”
“You either come with me, or I’ll make myself at home here.” My nefarious glare bores into her. “All. Day. Long.”
She holds my eyes for a long beat before tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling. “God? If you can hear me, I promise to be celibate for a full year if you strike him down right now.”
“Stop lyin’.”
Her eyes fly to mine, threatening to flay me with fiery anger. “After your mediocre dick, celibacy would be a cakewalk.”
My voice is barely more than an angry growl. “It wasn’t mediocre.”
She reaches out and pats my cheek, her tone pure condescension. “Sure thing, Danny.”
“It’s Daniel.”
She heads out of the break room. “Don’t care.”
My eyes drop to the gentle sway of her ass in those jeans as she walks away. Her silver ponytail swishes like it has as much attitude as its owner.
I trail after her, and the instant she hears my footsteps, her back goes even more rigid. It makes me wish I’d have gotten the opportunity to trace my tongue along her spine.
Fuck, I wish she would’ve let me get my hands and mouth on those fine-as-hell tits. My lips fucking tingle with the strangest sense of remorse at not getting the chance.
The hell’s up with that?
I mentally shake it off and advance on her more quickly, following her into the garage. She pulls open a tool chest drawer with so much force that it fires off a cacophony of metallic screeching from the contents.
“Let’s order somethin’. What do you feel like?”
Without turning around while rifling through the deep drawer, she mutters under her breath. “Like flinging these wrenches at your head without looking and seeing how many actually hit the target.”
“I heard that.”
“Meant for you to.” Her unbothered tone has me biting back a grin. This confirms she’s feeling better since she’s firing back at me in full force.
She plucks a wrench from the drawer and shoves it closed, striding toward the other bay where another car sits.