Page 87 of Defending her Heart

“She has good taste. I see you do as well.” He points to the preset stations. “I have the same ones programmed in my Range Rover. But Paisley overrides me most of the time so I’m stuck listening to Taylor Swift or some other pop crap.”

“Excuse me. Taylor Swift is not pop crap. She’s legendary. She writes her own music, can play a dozen instruments, and sings like an angel and a rock staranda country star. No shaming the queen.”

Nash holds up his hands in defense. “My apologies. The next time she’s in town, you can be the one to take Paisley to her concert. She begged me last year, but she was barely five and I didn’t think it was appropriate for someone so young.”

“That’s the thing about Taylor. She’s clean and sweet for the younger generation but writes lyrics that the older generation can appreciate too.”

“Sold. I’ll buy you both front row tickets.”

I highly doubt Nash and I will still be whatever we are the next time there’s a concert, but I don’t say anything.

When we reach the turnpike and he heads south, I spin in my seat. “You took the wrong on-ramp.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Everyone is going to Whiskey Buckle. That’s north of here.”

“Where we’re going is south.”

“What do you mean wherewe’regoing?”

Nash lifts his shoulder in a careless shrug. “I’m hungry and didn’t feel like fighting the party crowd there.”

“Well did you stop to think where I want to go?”

“I did.”

“Apparently you didn’t, or we’d be heading north like everyone else.”

“Maybe I wanted time alone with you.”

My heart skips a beat, but I refuse to look into his words or my reaction to them.

“You should have asked me first.”

“You’re right. I should have.” He flicks on his blinker and merges right, exiting the turnpike. “But I was afraid you’d turn me down. Would you have turned me down?” he asks quietly.

Freaking butterflies. Now isn’t the time for them to get all woozy from Nash. I’m trying fricking hard to keep my head on straight.

“I don’t know,” I lie. “Being given a choice would have been nice.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

Next time? As in, Nash wants to spend alone time with me next time? Do I want there to be anext time?Well, yeah, but I thought that would mean naked with his cock buried deep inside me.

I stir in my seat and clench my thighs together. Nash kidnapped me. I shouldn’t be all hot and bothered by it. Okay, fine. Maybe what he did isn’t exactly kidnapping, but he took my keys and whisked me away somewhere away from our friends so he could have alone time with me.

My heart skips again as those damn butterflies flutter about.Get the fuck out of my body!I’m only going to get hurt if I allow my emotions to take over. But I can’t help replaying his words. He ditched our friends so he could have alone time with me.

Fucking. Swoon.

“Shit.” I lean forward and slam my hands on the dash. “Row. She came with me. How is she going to get home?”

“I asked Dec and Miles to figure it out.”

“You what? When?”

“In the locker room.”

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