I finally fall back asleep when some asshole bangs on my window and I jerk awake. With my heart pounding in my chest, I struggle to remember where I am.
“Paige Lewis,” a cranky-ass voice yells. “Why the hell are you sleeping in your car?”
When I come face to face with a pissed-off Rhett Walker, I groan and shove my hair out of my face.
“What do you care? Go away.”
His coal-black eyes somehow darken, and for a brief moment, I let myself look at him. His hair is short on the sides and longer on top. He has scruff along his handsome face, and his lips look just as full as they always have. And oh, my God, the tattoos on his biceps are sexy as hell.
Never gonna happen, Paige. Give it up already.
I ignore the sparks of excitement that light me up at the sight of this asshole and roll over.
Except Rhett doesn’t let up. “Either you get your cute little ass in my truck, or I’m gonna break in there and carry you out.”
“Go ahead and try.” When I hold up my middle finger, that just makes him growl.
A second later, I feel a cool breeze.
Shit. I forgot to lock my car!
And then I’m scooped out and go airborne.
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