Page 56 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Chapter 17
Ty
"YOU'RE NOT DRIVINGYOUR CAR TO MY PLACE. Or anywhere else for that matter." No way is she going out in that clunker of hers.
A mulish look rolls over her face. "Why not?"
"The front driver's door jams. The engine knocks when you switch on the ignition. You're not driving that thing. I'll get you another set of wheels. Something you can rely on not to leave you stranded by the side of the road."
Eyes flashing, she jams her right hand into her hip. "No. You're not, Ty. My car might need some work, but it hasn't failed me yet."
"Until it does." I square off against her, determined to get my way. She's not winning this argument if I have anything to say about it. "Your job takes you all over Chicago, doesn't it? What if it breaks down in a crappy neighborhood? What would you do then?"
"Call for a tow truck like any other normal human being."
"And while you wait, you could be robbed or worse."
For a second, apprehension flickers in her eyes. Maybe I'm getting through to her. "I'll get you something you can depend on."
Her mouth twists with distaste. "You're not getting a car for me, Ty, and that's final."
She's challenging me? How far does she think her slender five seven will go against my muscled six five height? Stepping into her private space, I hulk over her. "Like hell I'm not."
"Actually, I may have a solution." Oliver's smooth, elegant voice cuts through the strained atmosphere.
It takes her a couple of seconds to react to his words. But then she tears her death match glare from me and turns toward him. "Do you?"
"Yes. The Outlaws have a fleet of leased cars for players who occasionally find themselves without transportation. Most of the automobiles sit around, hardly ever used."
Her shoulders relax as the tension drains out of her. "That's very nice, Oliver, but I can't afford the lease."
"You wouldn't be paying for it. I'm already doing so. It's a business expense, a tax deduction."
"Oh." She thinks about it for a moment or two. "Are you sure it wouldn't be an imposition?"
"No. You'd be doing me a favor. I can have someone deliver the car and the key tonight to Ty's house."
She bites down on her bottom lip as she considers his offer. Finally, a smile wavers across her lips. "Okay. I guess that would work. Thank you, Oliver." She hugs him and kisses him on the cheek.
A low and nasty growl crawls out from deep inside of me.
Marigold grabs MacKenna's arm and tugs her toward the bedroom. "Let's get back to packing, shall we?"
After a worried glance in my direction, MacKenna doesn't resist, but goes along with her friend.
I'm left alone with Oliver Lyons. Much as I want to, I can't tear him limb from limb. He's my boss and the owner of the Outlaws. And I doubt MacKenna would appreciate my breaking his bones.
Not the least fazed by my caveman behavior, he quirks a brow and grabs another cold brew from the six pack we brought.
I do the same, tearing off the cap and gulping down half the beer while he calmly sips his. I get why MacKenna would accept an offer from him and not me. He's all smooth, sophisticated edges, and I'm a rough football player. Why would she choose me over him?
And then there's the fact he seems more sexually aware of MacKenna's friend than MacKenna herself. So maybe she was telling the truth about him. Maybe they're only friends after all. Yeah, and monkeys fly out of my butt. Before I do something I may regret, I need to find out how he feels about her. "How long have you known MacKenna?"
"About six years. My cousin's family owned the farm next to hers. I visited the summer before I went off to college."
"Why?"
"They were looking to sell the farm. My offered to buy it if farming appealed to me."
