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“Then fix my car so I can go.” There is a quiet anger to her voice now, a cold tone that warns me I’ve pushed her close to her limit.
That’s also not happening. Not until she signs the paperwork, at least. I decide now is the time to tell her that.
“Fine. I’ll fix your car—”
“Thank you,” she sighs.
“—but I need to figure out the price first, and you have some papers to sign.”
She growls again, and I can’t help but think how adorable the sound is.
There’s nothing frightening about this woman. And if she were to suddenly charge me with a lug wrench in hand, I’d probably laugh and still think it’s cute.
I easily top her in height and weight. And for as sheltered as I know she is, the likelihood she would even know what to do in a fight is slim to none.
That makes the sound even more adorable. Like a small kitten hissing when you can hold their entire body in the palm of your hand. They have no chance against you, but they still think they might.
“Priest told me the repair would be free since he admitted you stole my car. Are you telling me he lied? How do I know you’re not lying to me right now?”
Damn it.
I knew better than to let Priest drive her to the shop.
But it was the only option I had.
It wasn’t like she’d happily jump in the white van if I was sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Priest left, and he had no authorization to make you that offer. He didn’t lie, he just didn’t know what he was talking about. This is my job.”
Not a lie.
“And the price for the repair is one I’ll set.”
Also not a lie.
“But because Priest offered to knock off the tow job cost, I’ll agree to that.”
Kind of a lie. We never planned to charge for any of this in the first place.
Hell, all I need to do is hook her starter back up. The entire thing is free. I just need her to give me the information. That’s the price, and if she would just fucking pay it, this day would be a lot less shitty.
She grins. It’s the expression of a person who thinks they just won but haven’t yet revealed how. I can almost see the gears grinding in her head.
“Maybe I’ll just call the cops and explain to them how my car was stolen—”
“That would be a dumb move,” I say, interrupting her train of thought before it has a chance to leave the station. I’d already considered that move, and I’m one step ahead of her.
Her blue eyes pin mine. “And why’s that?”
Stepping forward, I ignore her three steps back to my one. She can keep her distance. I don’t care. Eventually, she’ll be creeping back my way regardless.
Rifling through the invoices on the desk, I find the newest one. Holding it up, I grin.
“Because you signed paperwork last night when Priest dropped you off. Or have you forgotten that already? You authorized the tow and that your car be brought here for repairs.”
Eyes wide, she steps forward—like I knew she would—and attempts to snatch the paper from my hand. I pull it back out of her reach, only because it amuses me that she has to keep getting closer to attempt taking it from me again.
She is so angry at this point, she’s forgetting she wants to be nowhere near me, and when our bodies almost collide, only then does she realize how close we are.
