Page 35 of The Last Good Man

The memory of him after last night has become a fuzzy blur, perhaps because my brain has recreated it so many times it’s lost track of the reality of him.

He is breathtaking for all the wrong reasons.

He has that untamed vibe about him.And he doesn’t care about rules.

Despite all that, his world doesn’t come to an end, while mine is sucked into a downward spiral. And not only if he has a say, but even when it’s up to me.

He also has that crazy glint in his eyes, which means fun between the sheets and plenty of orgasms are guaranteed.It also means heartache.

And sometimesitmeans getting in trouble with the law.Let’s not forget where I met him.

“You all right?” he drawls, checking me out with a smile while I struggle with my seat belt.

He doesn’t wear one.

What did I expect?

“Just drive,” I say, cranky.

He gives me a double take while setting his car in motion. The engine purrs quietly, although the noise still vibrates under our feet.

“Uh… Someone’s mad?”

“No one’s mad,” I say, mad, steering my eyes to the street.

His hand lands on my knee, and I jerk my eyes to him.

“Boundaries, please,” I say, trying to remove his hand from my leg.

He does it himself, his eyes swinging from the road to me.

“He didn’t fuck you,” he says, gripping the tip of a strand of hair and tugging at it.

I yank it out of his touch.

“You don’t know that. Besides… Itdoesn’t concern you,” I say.

“It sure does,” he disagrees.

“How?”

He veers the car left instead of right at the next intersection, and I stiffen in my seat.

“Where are we going?” I murmur.

“I’m taking you home,” he says calmly.

“That’s not where I live,” I say, a cold shiver creeping down my back.

I stare at him, waiting for his eyes to come back to me.

He just said it…I wasn’t in danger with him.

He tosses a look at me, a playful smile sprouting on his lips.

“I’m not in the mood,” I say. “Please take me home.”

“I will, baby. Just chill. I need to make a stop first.”

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