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She shakes her head.
“Okay, get back in the car. I won’t be long.” I go into the petrol station, dump the empty cups, and take the heat pack up to the guy on the till. “Is there any chance you could put this in the microwave? My friend isn’t feeling well and we’re heading down to Christchurch. I’m happy to pay.”
He waves a hand. “Nah, it’s okay. Give it here.” He takes it from me and starts it heating.
While I wait, I look around the shop and pick up a couple of bits, then return to the till and pay. “Thanks,” I say, taking hot pack from him, “I appreciate it.”
I head back to the car, get in, and hand her the pack.
“Aw,” she says. “Thank you.” She places it over her tummy, then brings up her legs and curls up in the seat. I slot two bottles of cold water into the cup holders and hand her a paper bag. She opens it and chuckles.
“Naughty boy,” she scolds, taking out the extra-large packet of Maltesers and the pack of mini Twixes.
“Cure for all ailments,” I tell her. “Especially girly ones.”
“True.” She opens the Maltesers, and soon we’re on the road again, passing the bag to each other and crunching on the malty chocolates.
The Pacific Ocean to our left is inky black, topped with silver from the rising moon. The sand is also black, invisible in the darkness. I’m glad it’s not raining. This coastal road can feel a bit dicey in wet weather. At the moment, though, I’m enjoying the night drive, listening to music, the Jag purring away as it eats up the miles.
“Cole would never have done that,” Belle says out of the blue, after about ten minutes.
“Done what?”
“Stopped and heated the pack for me. It wouldn’t even have entered his head. Is that part of your gentlemanly Soft Dom thing?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. You’re my friend. You’re in pain. Why wouldn’t I do what I can to help?”
“Damon, I’ve just said, even my boyfriend wouldn’t have done that. Don’t you think that makes you unusual?”
“I think it makes him a twat.”
She giggles. “Yeah, you could be right.”
I take the Malteser bag from her and help myself to a couple. As I crunch them, I glance at her. She’s watching me with a small smile.
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head and pops a Malteser in her mouth.
I give her the bag back and turn my attention to the road as I unscrew my water bottle and take a swig.
“Tell me more about what you do in bed,” she says.
I cough into the bottle. “That nearly came out of my nose. Don’t say things like that.”
“I’m curious.”
“It killed the cat, you know.”
“Then I’m intrigued.”
“That’s just another word for curious.”
“Damon, come on!” she pleads. “I need to know more. How bossy are you in bed?”
“Jesus.”
“I bet you’re really bossy.”
