Page 6 of Break Me
“You know,” I say calmly, forearm resting on the door, “you could just go around me.”
She rolls her eyes, leans in closer. She has a small freckle above her pink lips.
“Or you could not park where it clearly says, ‘No parking’.” She points a manicured nail at the sign beside me.
I don’t look at it. I already saw it.
“Brilliant.” I nod, put the car in Drive. “Might wanna back away from my window, or I’ll have to drag you along with me.”
Her eyes narrow and she doesn’t move. “Is that a threat?”
I shrug. “Could be.” I’ve done worse.
I swear I see her fight back a smile. But finally, she moves away.
“Have a great day, asshole.”
I sigh. “That’s the best you got?”
Another car lays on the horn at the both of us now.
She glances over at them, scowling.
“Oh look,” I say calmly, “it’s another you.”
Her blue eyes cut to me. She smiles. “There’s no such thing.” And then she turns around and walks back to her car, giving a short wave to whoever is honking at her.
Before I have time to move, she pulls around me. Good thing, too, because it gives me time to memorize her license plate.
This could be fun.
