Page 59 of Property of Fox

“Keira,” I remind him.

“My hotel it is,” he smiles, reaching behind me to unlock the passenger side door. Fox opens the door and gestures for me to slide in. As I settle into my seat, he rounds the truck and slides into the driver’s seat. The truck’s engine roars to life a few seconds later. “I’m not ready to share you yet.”

“Share me?” I retort back.

“If you think I got my fill of you in that barn, firefly, you’re mistaken. I still owe you a bed.”

I bite my lip, a mixture of anticipation and exhilaration bubbling inside me. He looks at me like I’m the only person who matters in the world. The truck lurches forward, and with every turn of the wheels, the tension between us thickens.

As we drive through the city, I glance out the window, watching streetlights flicker to life one by one. But my mind is racing. Thoughts of Fox flood my brain, how he makes me laugh, how crazy everything feels whenever he's around.

The closer we get to the hotel; the more words are left unspoken in the air between us. I can see a determination in his expression as he navigates the streets, one hand on the wheel while the other casually rests on my thigh—a light touch that sends sparks flaring up my leg.

“You okay?” he asks, glancing at me with those warm eyes.

“I am,” I reply too quickly, feeling flushed under his scrutiny. “Just...thinking.”

“About what?” He presses softly.

“About how crazy this is. I just met you. It’s like fate keeps slipping you into my life like you own it.”

“Maybe I do own it.” His voice lowers to a sultry whisper. “At least for tonight. Maybe more if you want that.”

My breath hitches at his boldness. “More?”

“I know this sounds crazy, Brea, but there’s something about you. I’ve never chased after a woman in my life. Not once. But for you? There’s this part of me that feels like I’d chase you to the ends of the earth.”

“I mean, you did stalk me.”

Fox chuckles deep in his throat. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” I retort, crossing my arms again but unable to repress the smile creeping onto my face. “It’s a good thing I didn’t call the cops.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been in cuffs this weekend, firefly, but I’d gladly wear them for you.”

“Wait, what?" I practically break my neck at his bold statement. “You were in cuffs this weekend? You’re going to need to explain that one.”

“I might have flirted with a flight attendant on our trip down here.”

The little green jealousy monster flairs up inside of me again. “Go on…”

“To be fair, we hadn’t met yet, so you can take that ‘I’m going to kill her look’ right off your face. Nothing happened anyway.”

“But that doesn’t explain the cuffs.”

"Well, as it turns out, her boyfriend was the air marshal on the flight and overheard everything. He wanted to teach me a lesson."

I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “So, you were handcuffed by an air marshal for flirting?”

“Not my brightest moment, I’ll admit.” He winks. “The universe clearly had better things in mind for me.”

A sarcastic noise escapes me. “Sounds like a stretch, Fox.”

“It’s the truth,” he insists, his tone light but earnest. "And now, here we are, and I’m hoping that’s a sign of something good.”

I catch his gaze, and for a brief moment, everything around us fades away. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, firefly.”

---