Page 63 of Triggered By Love
“Then I’m jumping out.”
He hit the automatic locks, and she flicked the lever.
“You’re not that crazy,” he said. “Brando didn’t save your life for you to waste it on the Taconic State Parkway.”
“Keep his name out of your mouth.” She and Brando had loved the wild trails, the solitude, and especially the fall colors. But that was then and this was now.
“Tell me about Richie Overton.”
The mention of Richie’s name sent Avery’s heartbeat skyrocketing. Why would Jason tie the congressman’s son to her? Was he fishing or did he know something?
“What does he have to do with me?” she asked in a saccharine innocent voice.
“He was the guy stalking you in the apple orchard,” Jason said. “Why were you hiding from him?”
“I didn’t know he was following me,” Avery said.
“I find that hard to believe. Sure you weren’t playing hard to get?”
“Eff you.” She slapped his hand, but he didn’t let go.
“You already did, and you’re assaulting a police officer.”
“You’re kidnapping a witness.”
He swerved at the exit toward the Donald J. Trump State Park. “Then you can get out of my car.”
She waved her hand at the trees in the undeveloped park. “Not out here in the middle of nowhere.”
“Then behave and tell me about Richie Overton.” He gripped her hand hard, but not enough to hurt.
“You’re hurting me.” She squirmed as he let off the pressure.
“You’ll be even more hurt if you fling yourself from a speeding car.” He drove into a deserted parking area and put the transmission in park. “Do I have to cuff you?”
She yanked her hand from his and shook it out. “I have to pee.”
He didn’t say a word, and she stomped out of the car with her arms still crossed toward the restroom. She didn’t really have to pee, but she couldn’t stand a single minute longer in the car with that asshole.
He’d acted like nothing had happened between them. Hadn’t mentioned anything. Hadn’t even thanked her for the morning sex. He’d dropped her flat as soon as his phone rang.
Had everything that happened meant absolutely zero to him?
“Humph.” She flushed the toilet. “What a zero. Not a hero. Nothing happened. Period.”
By the time she returned to the car, Jason was leaning against the hood on the phone. He hung up as soon as he saw her approach.
Since she needed the ride, she slumped into the passenger seat. “I’m not telling you anything. I’m going to sleep.”
“Fine by me.” He started up the muscle car. “Then I can talk to myself without disturbing anyone.”
“Urgh!” She clapped both hands over her ears. “La, la, la, la.”
“I love your singing voice,” he said. “You know what I love more about you?”
“La, la, la, la.”
“Your prickliness. Women who are difficult and cantankerous turn me on.”
