Page 16 of The Break Out

“Do you know him?” the driver asks.

“No.”

“Yes.”

We answer at the same time, and Colton climbs into the car without an invitation.

“I need a ride,” he says calmly.

“That sucks. Go get your own ride, this one is going to my house.”

“Perfect. That’s where I was needing a ride to.”

“Get out.” I push at his chest.

The driver looks in the rearview mirror, clearly confused as to what is happening and what he should do.

“We got into a fight earlier, you’re good to go,” Colton tells him, to which the guy just shrugs and starts to drive.

I stare at him, extremely concerned for any woman who getsinto his car in the future. “You could be assisting in a murder right now, you know? Or some other horrible crime. I said I don’t know him.”

“Pretty sure you’d be screaming and jumping out of the car if that was true,” the driver retorts.

My eyes narrow at him. “This isn’t safe.”

“Come on, Princess, I’m sorry for what happened back there, no need to harass the nice man.” Colton pulls me back against him and I scramble away, pressing myself as tightly as I can on the opposite side of the car.

“Hope you enjoy the ride, as soon as we get there, you’re ordering your own car to take you back toyourhouse,” I demand, facing the window, refusing to look at him.

He just chuckles like I’m the one being ridiculous right now.

Neither of us say anything the rest of the way back to my apartment and as soon as the car stops, I’m rushing out, holding my tongue because I want to yell at the guy that he’s not getting a tip. My desire to get away from Colton wins as I rush toward my building. Colton is clearly taking his time because I hear the car door shut while I’m almost to the door. I debate taking the stairs, even though it’s going to suck going up the five flights.

Somehow, Colton catches up to me before I make it to the door, and I know I can’t lead him right to my actual apartment. Spinning around to face him, I fold my arms across my chest. “What do you think you’re doing?” I snap.

“Walking you to your door like a gentleman,” he replies, calmly.

“No.”

“No?”

“I. Said. No.”

“It’s about safety, Baby Collee.”

“What can I do to make you go away?”

He smirks, his eyes trail my body and I roll mine at his blatant perusal. I’m not wearing anything revealing so he can enjoy his fill of my jeans and Dragons sweatshirt with my last name on it. Hiscaptain’slast name on it.

“Go out with me.”

“No.”

“You seem to like that word, don’t you?”

“With you? Yes.”

“Look at that, you know another word.”

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