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“Yes. I need to get home to my babysitter because she has plans tonight.”
“You’re on the way to the sub, right?” I nod, not sure where he’s going with this. “Come on, I know a shortcut.”
Bash takes my elbow and steers me into a nearby parking garage.
He leads me over to a sporty-looking silver Porsche that makes my jaw drop.
“What is this?”
“It’s my car—and it’s faster than the sub. This little baby can whip around traffic quicker than you can blink.”
“Bash, I don’t know.”
“Come on, deoring, it’s after hours. Let me spend a bit of time with you.”
I sigh before agreeing with a nod. Bash opens the door for me with a small bow, and I slip inside.
Then he strides over to the driver’s side and gets in.
Bash starts the engine, and I swear this thing purrs.
He revs the gas with a waggle of his eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh.
I catch him staring at me intently, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.
“What?”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I’d do just about anything to see that smile.”
An incredulous snort escapes me, and Bash shoots me a crooked grin laden with sadness.
As if he wishes I could see me through his eyes.
Looking away, Bash backs out, and true to his word, zips through traffic.
I sink into the leather passenger seat as tension coils in my gut.
Being with him sets butterflies flapping in my stomach.
The balance of my carefully crafted life teeters at the thought of building something with this man.
Like he’s too good to be true, and everything is one step away from blowing up in my face.
A high-pitched squeal echoes in the tiny car—mine—when Bash rounds a corner without slowing down.
I clutch the door handle, panting, while the crazy Boggart just arches a brow.
“You said you were in a hurry.”
“Yeah, but I want to get there alive.”
Bash rolls his eyes. “Deoring, I have preternatural senses, I’ll get you home in one piece—although I would rather be taking you out to dinner.”
The butterflies riot inside of me.
“Mmm, dinner sounds nice. Too bad I’m already eating with another guy.”
“Another guy? Damn. Let me guess—is he about four feet tall with dark hair and an obsession with superheroes?”
