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Those emerald eyes narrow further, and her chin comes up. “Steve is a perfectly acceptable name for a dog.”
I shrug. “If you say so.”
“I—” I smirk and a flash of stubbornness settles across her face. “Just go on with your life, yeah?” she snaps. “And leave me to mine.”
“So I can get questioned by the police”—or worse, blasted on social media—“when your frozen body is discovered on the side of the road and people find out that I’ve abandoned you during Snowmageddon?”
Her head tilts to the side. “What the hell is Snowmageddon?”
I look to the sky. Back at her.
Then to the sky again—to the darkness, to the thick clouds, to the fucking blizzard settling in around us.
And I decide I’ve had enough of this conversation.
I bend, snatch the creature from her arms—which is snorting and snotting and making noises that belong to a fucking demon andnota dog—and then I turn toward my SUV, ignoring her shout of protest as I stride toward my car and dump the creature in the passenger’s seat. It growls at me and I narrow my eyes, silently telling it to stay there if it wants to live, then close the door.
Last thing I need right now is the little shit running off into the snow.
I’m not a total asshole.
I’d go after it.
But I’d be pissed off about it—ormorepissed anyway.
The tiny demon’s head appears in the window, teeth bared, but I ignore the sight that should be in a horror film and move back to the woman.
“What the fuck are you—?” The rest of her question cuts off with an outraged gasp as I snatch her purse over her head, reach past her, and grab a bag from the floor of the car.
I walk away, toss the shit in the back seat of mine.
“—doing?” she exclaims as I come back, look to see if there’s anything else.
When I don’t spot anything, I slam the door and glare at the annoying woman with those emerald eyes and a butterfly stud in her nose, and ask, “Anything in the trunk?”
And yeah, I can see she’s definitely got something inhertrunk, and it’s a big, juicy ass that tempts a man.
Just not enough to tempt me.
“I—” She frowns. “What?”
“Anything.” I pause, glance toward the back of the car. “In the trunk.”
Wide eyes on mine. Then she seems to shake herself. “My suitcase is—”
I’m moving before she finishes the statement, wrestling with the trunk’s latch for far longer than I want to, the cold already settling heavier over me, sinking into my hands.
She has to be freezing in those fucking sneakers.
Finally, the latch pops open and I grab the bags filling the inside.
“Hey,” she exclaims. “Don’t touch—”
I sling them over my shoulder, look back at her as I slam the trunk. “Lock your car and come on.”
A long, slow blink.
I ignore that she looks pretty when she’s a little discombobulated.
