“Boy.”
He stopped.
Blinking at me.
“Breathe,” I said.
There was a beat.
"That's so sweet!" he said, brightly.
I dragged a hand down my face.
This was a mistake.
Picking him up had been a mistake.
Letting him into the truck had been an error in judgement.
Engaging in conversation?
Catastrophic.
It was going to be a long damned drive.
4
Chapter 3
Oh my goodness.
It was actual torture sitting next to Mr. Batman. Because he was always going to be that in my head. Either that or Daddy, which was... not better.
The cab felt too small and too big at the same time. Like all the air had been sucked out, except also I was hyper aware of every inch between us. Which was a problem, because all I wanted to do was crawl across the seat, climb into his lap, and let him kiss the last two years right out of me.
And the silence?
The silence made it so much worse.
Better.
Worse.
Okay. Both.
"So..." I said, propping my elbow against the window and resting my head in my palm so I could look at him properly. "Mr. Crowe. Care to tell me where we're headed?"
He spared me the briefest glance.
The blue of his eyes were so intense it took my breath away. It wassounfair.
"How about you tell me where you want to go," he said, voice low and rough enough to do very dangerous things to my concentration, "and I tell you how close I can get you."
Oh.
Wow.
A full sentence.
