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Effie:Not since Buster-Bretsky
Willow:I’ve got an extra passenger...
I clicked a picture of Lancaster's back that showed nothing incriminating.... too much, and sent it.
Effie:girl you got a story to tell. We don’t have an extra seat. But we will turf someone out for you.
Isla:he’ll get her a seat. Wave to us if you can.
Willow:I probably won’t stay. There’s a story. Tell you later
Isla:You better, bishy.
Willow:See y’all soon.
The passenger door opened, letting in a flurry of sand and icy fingers. I backed my screen again and stuffed my phone back into its cradle.
“Thanks for this again.” Napoleon slid into the passenger seat, fixing me with an intense gaze better suited to a blue straggler.
The things Dad used to teach me about when money and power wasn’t all he chased.
Before we lost Mom.
“No problem,” I managed, fiddling with my seatbelt.Do not drool on yourself. No drooling.
“Not everyone would stop, and not everyone would stop for me,” he murmured in the sort of low, sexy voice I was certain he’d use in the bedroom.
“Well, be glad you’re pretty,” I said tartly, pulling out into traffic with a cursory glance and keeping my eyes on the road.
“You think I’m pretty?” The smart-ass played up to me, lacing his fingers beneath his chin and fluttering his eyelashes at me.
Do. Not. Drool. On. The. Droolworthy. Ice. Hockey. Captain.
“No chance.”
I reached up to check the tiny bead of moisture gathering at the seam of my lips.
Out of the corner of my eye, Napoleon Lancaster smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
NAPOLEON
A few minutes after my Ice Phoenix savior found me and with more hooting than at an away game win plus a bonus level and remarkably death-inspiring slew across four lanes of traffic, we were headed back to Rippon.
My savior hadn't spoken since I climbed into her car and sassed her, though the blush that stained her cheeks receded somewhat. I wanted to see her blush again. Make her blush, for all the wrong reasons.
Which really made me an asshole when she rescued the damsel in distress from his kidnapping and provided a comfortable ride back to his castle. I poked the vents, and then the air con. “Does this work?”
She sent me an amused glance. “No.”
“Ah.” Which made me look like a royally entitled jerk. Hell, I was born into a world filled with those. This girl was the breath of icy air I didn’t know I needed. Maybe my nickname should be Princess, instead. “You haven’t told me the name of my knight in—”Shining armormight be pushing it. My gaze drifted to her skin tight black pants, and I jerked my gaze back up with effort. “In varsity colors.”My colors.I didn’t say it, though the words hovered on the tip of my tongue.
What would she look like with my name printed on her back?
“Wrenlee Cheshire. Yes, like the cat.” She waved a hand in my direction when my face split into a wide grin. “No better than calling someone Napoleon.” She huffed a laugh. “Decent standards to live up to, huh? Memorable downfall though.”
“Are you a history major, Wrenlee?” I asked to make sure I remembered her name as I leaned back in the passenger seat, stretching my legs out as far as they would conceivably go.
