Page 22 of Pulse
“Sounds like you had a bad experience at some point,” he says.
“More than one.”
Troy sits up, his arm brushing against mine. “Hey, Theo, something came up. She’ll have to discuss snacks with you later.”
“What?” he asks just before Troy ends the call on my dash.
“Hey,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “What the heck was that?”
He stares straight ahead.
“That was rude, Troy.”
“Oh, give me a break,” he says. “He was wasting your time.”
I snort. “No, he wasn’t. We were having a friendly chat about work. And, even if he was wasting my time, it would be just that.My time.”
“You aren’t that dense, Dahlia.”
“Excuse me?”
“He was flirting with you.”
“He wasn’t flirting with me.”
Troy’s head tilts to the side, nonplussed.
“Whatever,” I say, sitting taller.Troy cares that Theo was flirting with me? Huh.“It was still rude.”
“Well then, please forgive me.”
I shake my head. “If you could say it like you meant it even a little, I might.”
He shrugs, clearly unbothered.
“You know, I was having a damn good day until you got in my car,” I say, slowing as a light changes to yellow.
“I was having a pretty decent day until I got in here, too.”
I look at him, fully intending to glare. But when our eyes connect, my intentions fall to the wayside. Our gazes lock, and an entire conversation takes place within a handful of seconds—and neither of us utters a word.
My stomach flutters as my body heat rises. I suck in a hasty breath, fighting not to lose myself in his eyes.
“You can go,” he says, his words soft.
A horn blares at me from behind, waking me from my momentary haze.
I face the road and hit the gas, exhaling slowly.
“Sorry for ruining your day.” He’s probably fighting a grin, but I refuse to look. “I mean the apology this time.”
“I’ll accept it then.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I catch his fingers flexing against his jeans.
“What do you have going on today?” I ask.
“Working on a security plan for a gala Ford’s parents are throwing in a few months. They have the same party every year. So it’s more about updating protocol than starting from scratch.” He flexes his fingers again. “And I need to talk to him about a few things.”
