Page 136 of Heresy

At that, her eyes round but then narrow again.

“They’re my clothes. I can choose what I want.”

“Because you’re hiding,” I insist.

“Are we back to this?”

She tries to move her arms, but I grab them by her wrists and pin them above her head. The only thing she can do now is buck against me.

Is this wrong of me?

Probably.

Do I care?

Not at all.

Pissing Brinley off is becoming one of my favorite pastimes.

“We never left this. There was only a short intermission. Now we’re back on track.”

The tension in her body gives out as she gives up the struggle. “Why do you care?”

Thinking about it, I decide truth is best.

“I have no idea. But I think we need to make a pit stop before heading to Georgia tomorrow.”

She’s going to hate me for this.

Hell, I’m going to hate me for this.

But I’m doing it anyway.

“A pit stop? Where?”

Grinning from ear to ear, I shift my body so she doesn’t feel what’s come to life on me. I don’t understand it, but I can’t help the excitement I feel to be holding her like this.

“It’s a surprise,” I answer.

Another glare.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

I’m beginning to love them a little too much.

Brinley

“There is no way in hell I’m wearing this.”

“Just try it on,” the saleswoman pleads with me, her French accent an added annoyance to the pretentious clothing store Shane dragged me to first thing this morning. “You’ll look fabulous.”

I don’t like the way she saidfabulous. As if that will convince me to pull on this tiny black dress that’ll give Ames a run for her money in the skin department.

I’m not even sure this qualifies as a dress.

Grabbing the tag, I flip it over and almost die.

“This dress is $1800!”

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