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I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed on my door, but it didn’t budge.
I leaned into it with my shoulder as hard as I could, and it finally gave in with a sickening squeal. I stepped out into the rain, and my knees buckled.
Someone wrapped arms around me from behind and pulled me against something hard and chiseled.
“You are a fucking terrible driver,” the stranger tightened his hold on me, and I inhaled his woodsy, intoxicating scent.
He carried me to the emergency lane, and I coughed until my lungs were clear.
As the smoke cleared, I analyzed the damage.
My front bumper and grill were bent, but the sports car was now a crumpled can. Its trunk was wrinkled like a sweater, and its rear window lay in shards on the asphalt.
“Are you color blind?” the deep voice said from behind, making me turn around.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
I sucked in a breath as I took in his beautiful face. Even though his jaw was clenched, and his blue eyes were filled with rage, this man was sexy as fuck.
“Are you color-blind?” he repeated.
“Excuse me?”
“Are you —” He spoke a bit slower, looking as if he were seconds away from losing it. “Color-blind?”
“No.”
“Legally insane?”
“No.”
“What about physically ill?”
I shook my head.
“Thank you for making that clear,” he said. “Now, I can sue you without mercy for wrecking my favorite car.”
“Sue?” I crossed my arms. “Why can’t you wait for me to call my insurance company like a normal person?”
“Because you’re using a wire hanger to keep your muffler attached,” he said. “I highly doubt you have insurance. Do you?”
No.“Yes.” I kept my voice firm. “And as a lawyer, I don’t appreciate you making assumptions or threatening me with a lawsuit you’d definitely lose.”
“You’re alawyer?”
“A very established one.”
He looked me over as if he didn’t believe me.
“I’d prefer if we handle this without getting any third parties involved,” I said, remembering my interview. “Let me pay you for the damages outright.”
“Okay, Miss Lawyer.” He snapped a picture of his car before making a call.
I eyed him as he spoke to someone. His suit, watch, and Italian leather shoes were probably more than I’d make in the next five years combined, and for some reason, he looked vaguely familiar.
Where have I seen this man before?
His stern gaze pinned me to the spot, and the adrenaline running through my veins dared me to step closer. He eyed my dress, and I could tell he was feeling the same way.
