Page 125 of By His Vow
It’s not until I join her and grip the wheel that she speaks.
“Are you sure you should be driving?”
“I would never put you at any risk, Tatum. You have my word.”
No sooner than I deliver that promise do I press my foot on the gas, and she shrieks in shock as we dart forward.
“Put your belt on, baby. I’m about to rock your world.”
“In a car this small?” she deadpans, looking back to find there aren’t any seats. “I highly doubt it.”
I make a mental note to take her out in my Range Rover one day soon before I take a right that will lead us to the freeway and really let her see what my girl can do.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”
I chuckle. “I’m sure. Now relax. We’re going to be driving for a while.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“Will you shout at me if I say that it’s a surprise?” I edge.
She shoots me a glare and I grin back at her.
“This is a good one.” I hope.
“I’ll reserve judgment for now.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” I say as I change lanes to head out of Chicago.
“Get comfortable.” I turn the music up.
“Comfortable?” she balks. “Have you seen the size of the underwear I’m wearing right now? There is nothing comfortable about wearing a skin-tight body sock to keep all your wobbly bits in.”
“You don’t have any wobbly bits.”
“You just haven’t had a chance to see them yet.”
Yet.
“Are you sure about that?” I counter, glancing over and letting my eyes trail down her body.
“Stalker,” she mutters lightly.
“I think you secretly like it.”
“And I think you’re delusional.”
Silence falls between us as I drive, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it’s the complete opposite.
Eventually, though, the question nagging at the back of my mind becomes too much to ignore.
“Why did you run earlier?”
“King.” She sighs, sinking lower in the seat and wrapping her arms around herself. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You freaked out,” I muse, hoping that if I get close enough to the truth she might just confess.
She grunts, confirming that I’m on the right track.