Page 24 of With This Kiss
She was already frowning at me. It looked like this date was off to a good start. “How did you even know this was my car?”
“Lucky guess,” I said, smiling at her.
Her lips curled a little, as if she were disgusted with me, before she changed her facial expression.
“You know this is the first time I’ve had to pick a man up for a date. Car trouble?”
I laughed. We both knew I didn’t have car trouble. “I just wanted you to put in a little effort. You keep this up, and I might just put out by the end of the night.”
She wasn’t so good at hiding her disgust this time. My smile widened.
I thought it once, and it was still true now. She really was an amusing little thing.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
I adopted a serious face and nodded. “Yeah. Like a dream. Or a fairy tale. Some might even call me their very own Prince Charming.”
“More like the Prince of Hell,” she muttered under her breath.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, smiling at me. “Let’s get on with our date.”
She pulled the car away from the building, and I took a moment to check her out for the first time. She was wearing more makeup now than she had the other times I saw her, and her hair was smooth and brushed down her back.
She had on a black cardigan, with a white shirt underneath, and a black skirt that I was sure reached her knees. “You look like you’re going in for a job interview,” I said.
Her nostrils flared. “A job interview?”
I chuckled. “No worries. You still look cute as hell.”
“Thanks,” she said blandly.
I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. The car swerved a little.
“Careful, darling. We wouldn’t want to get into a car accident before the date.”
“Then you might want to get your hand off my thigh. I have a handgun in the side of my door. And I have good aim.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it one bit, sweetheart.” I was sure both her dad and brother made sure she knew how to use a gun at a young age.
“Then remove your hand.”
I let my hand linger for three long seconds before slowly moving it away.
“Do you know how sexy it is to hear you threaten me with a gun?”
“It’s pink,” she said casually. “How sexy do you think it would be for you to die from a pink handgun?”
“You can find that answer if you move your hand down to my?—”
“Reign?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up. Please.”
I laughed and leaned back against the seat.
