Page 18 of Menace in Vegas

I curl my hands into fists, my nails digging half-moons into my palms.

We aren’t thinking about that.

I need a distraction.

Grabbing my coffee, I take a sip before inflicting more misery on Connor. "You look tense.”

His grip tightens on the wheel. His jaw flexes, but he says nothing.

God, this is too easy.

* * *

We’ve been drivingfor what feels like forever, but I’m having so much fun, I barely notice.

I reach over and begin messing with the radio. I flick through stations, stopping on the cheesiest love song I can find.

He exhales sharply. "Turn that shit off."

I crank it up.

A vein pops in his forehead.

I try not to laugh as I begin loudly singing while he white knuckles the steering wheel.

The bright sun streams through the window, making me warm. It sparks an idea.

My gaze moves to the buttons, searching for the one I want.

Bingo.

I press the button. The roof slowly slides back. Wind whips through the car.

Ahh. That’s so much better.

Connor grits his teeth. "Allie."

I bat my lashes. "Yes, dear?"

"Close. The. Roof."

I smile innocently. "What’s the magic word?"

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grunts, nearly snapping the steering wheel in half.

I stretch, arching my back. Tilting my head, my hair brushes his arm. I let my fingers trace the hem of my shorts just to see if he notices.

Oh, he notices.

His jaw clenches so tight I hear his teeth grind. His eyes flick toward me, dark and unreadable.

I smirk. "Something wrong?"

He inhales sharply like he’s trying to find the will to live. "You," he mutters.

I grin. "Me?"

"You’re a goddamn terror."

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