Page 47 of Never You

Pause.

“Fine.”

Pause.

“Shut up.”

Amused at her reaction, I watch as she hangs up, then slides her body out of the car until she hits the ground right in front of me. Our bodies are almost touching. I dip my chin, holding back the smile that wants to slip in place as I peer down into her pretty gold eyes.

Bright specks are dancing around her irises, like fireflies in the night. The sweet scent that invades my nose has me sighing in contentment while I try my hardest to keep my focus on her glare.

“Apparently, you’re driving.Asshole.”

Fuck yeah.

I chuckle, content. “We’re back to name calling?”

“We are if you’re turning my uncle against me to get your way.” She roughly pushes me to the side, stalking around the car to hop into the passenger seat.

“I didn’t,” I tell her, still standing in the open door when she gets back in.

She buckles up with a grimace plastered on her face, then crosses her arms in front of her chest like a damn toddler, looking defiant as fuck.

“Just get in the fucking car, Jensen.”

“Rae, babe, I swear.” My tongue darts out, licking my lower lip, trying to keep the smile off my face as I climb behind the wheel. “Come on. Rae?”

“Just drive, Jensen!”

A grunt escapes my lips, and I throw my hands in the air, then glance at Bodi in the backseat. He shrugs, shaking his head.

“Fine,” I mutter.

Starting the car, I hold her phone out to her as I drive the car back onto the interstate. Without a word, she yanks it out of my grip, then throws it on the floor, snapping her head toward the window.

Damn, her spunk is cute.

Her small fit stirs me alive, and I silently laugh.

I shouldn’t think she is cute right now, but fucking hell, she is. The way her nose wrinkles when she’s mad. The slight pout on her perfect, plump lips. The hostility comes at me in waves, turning me on even more. It’s tempting to throw out a flirty comment, yet I push away the desire. Giving her a minute to calm down.

Eventually, the mood in the car changes back to slightly awkward as we all stay quiet, listening to the sound of Bodi’s fingers connecting to his laptop, some country song on the radio softly echoing through the car.

“Well, that answers my question,” I state when we’re well on our way twenty minutes later.

I can feel her holding back, doing her best to keep shutting me out, but it doesn’t take long before she can’t resist responding.

“What question?”

“If you’re close to Johnny.”

She narrows her eyes at me, grumpy as fuck.

“What makes you think that?”

“You talked to him for a minute, and he somehow managed to get you right there,” I point at her. “While I took the wheel. What did he tell you?”

“Nothing.”

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