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“No,” I say adamantly. “No way.”
“What?” he protests, grinning at me. “Oh, come on, Katie. Where’s your sense of compassion? The poor guy’s probably been standing there for hours with his thumb stuck out like that. He’s going to get a cramp.”
“He’s still standing there because everyone else has been smart enough to keep driving,” I growl. “And he’s got two thumbs, hasn’t he? Learn to alternate.”
“When was the last time you did something spontaneous?” he teases, his eyes sparkling.
“There’s spontaneous and there’s stupid.” I frown at him. “And I thought you were in a rush to get to Vegas. I didn’t realize this was all a big joke to you.”
He laughs as he puts his foot on the brake, slowing down.
“Nice try with the reverse psychology, but I’m not two.”
I glare at him as his hand hovers over the horn. He doesn’t even care about the guy. He’s only doing this to wind me up.
“Come on, Katie,” he urges. “He’s harmless.”
“Yeah, totally harmless,” I snap. “Right up to the point where he murders us in our sleep and then eats our bodies,” I growl. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I saw that guy’s face on a wanted poster.”
“Bullshit. Quit being such a pussy. And if anything, we’ll get to Vegas faster.”
His eyes twinkle.
“Yeah? How so?” I ask.
“He can help me with the driving.”
I know he’s stirring me, but I can’t help it. I bite. Hard.
“Are you kidding me?” I gape at him. “I can’t drive this, but he can?”
“What?” Adam shrugs, those blue eyes shining. “He looks like he can handle it.”
“His arms are like twigs,” I snap. “He couldn’t handle a broom.”
“Wow, getting personal with the attacks there, Katie. You don’t even know him.” Adam frowns.
“Whatever,” I snarl. “Pick him up. Marry him. I don’t care. I won’t be sleeping with him behind the wheel, though. I can tell you that much.”
“If it bothers you that much, I won’t pick him up.” He smirks at me. “But you’ve got to ask me nicely. And preferably with a little bit of begging.”
“Oh, you want begging?” I loosen my belt and lean in closer to him, my lips almost against his ear. “Then go buy a dog.”
He laughs loudly as I pull away and slump back into my seat.
“Oh, come on, Katie.” He grins at me. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“This is the worst idea ever,” I mutter, as the car rolls to a stop. “I just want to be on record saying that.”
“Hey, thanks for stopping.”
The guy flashes us a smile as he climbs in the back.
“I’m Hamish.”
“Lovely to meet you, Hamish. I’m Adam.”
I glare out the window, ignoring Adam’s annoying voice and his new friend. But after a few minutes of ignoring him, I feel Hamish watching me. I feel bad, because it’s not his fault Adam is such a dick. Sighing, I turn around to introduce myself.
My eyes widen. No way.
Hamish sits there, zipper down, stroking his fully erect cock, while in mid-conversation with Adam chatting about his travels. I let out something that was a cross between a gasp and a snort, then I whip back around and stare down at my phone in shock. My heart races.
What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
I sneak another look, but this time, he catches me. His eyes meet mine and he winks at me. Shit. I can’t look at Adam, or I’ll start laughing.
“So, are you guys together?” Hamish asks.
Adam shakes his head and gives me a smirk.
“We’ve known each other for a long time, but we’re—” He stops abruptly when he turns around. “What the fuck, man?”
I catch a look of horror on his face and lose the little control I have. This is too perfect. Adam glares at me as he slams his foot down on the break. He gets out, yanks open the back door and drags Hamish out by his jacket.
“What the hell?” he growls again. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters.
He turns around and walks away with his hands clasped behind his head. Out of nowhere, Hamish punches him in the back of the head. I gasp as Adam grunts, then drops to the ground.
“Adam!”
His name catches in my throat as I yank my door open and stumble out. I race around and crouch down next to him.
This is my fault.
I should have told him, then it wouldn’t have been such a shock. When he groans, relief floods through me. Thank God he’s okay.
“Are you all right?”
My heart races as I touch his face, brushing the dirt away from his stubble. He squints up at me, then nods as I help him stand up.
“Fuck, that hurt.” He winces.
“You’ve already got a decent bruise,” I say, touching the edge of it gently. “And a graze on your cheek from when you fell. Is there a first aid kit?”
