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I put my hand on the latch, preparing to get out and greet her, but she doesn’t keep walking across the parking lot to come to her car. Instead, she sits down on the curb and pulls her jacket tightly around her frame as she huddles there in the cold. The guy she walked out with is sitting on the curb beside her. He’s a young guy, but older than her. He lights up a cigarette and leans over, bumping his shoulder into hers.
Kennedy smiles faintly and rocks over to shoulder bump him back.
What the fuck?
Anger heats my blood. Not anger at her, but anger at this fucking kid clearly trying to flirt with her.
Who the fuck is he?
I don’t know, but I don’t like him.
She’s talked to me about work before, but she hasn’t mentioned this little fuck. Not that she would call him that, I suppose, but she hasn’t mentioned a male coworker at all. She talked about someone named Skylar, but that sounded like a girl’s name.
She sits there with him until he finishes his cigarette, then they both stand. Another few seconds pass with them facing each other, talking, then she seems to say goodbye. I watch as she turns to look both ways before crossing the parking lot, then I watch him check out her ass as she walks away.
Biting back the unreasonable demand that she quit her job right now so she’s never alone with this asshole again, I try to refocus my energy on the nice surprise I had planned for her tonight.
Her attention catches on my car a moment before I open the door and climb out. Shock touches her lovely features and her brown eyes widen.
“Milo. What are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d surprise you,” I tell her, walking around to the front of the car. “I see I have,” I add wryly.
A bit guiltily, she glances back at the guy she’d been sitting with. “I was just…” She trails off, unsure what to say. She knows I must have been watching her.
I don’t make her explain herself. I’m not surprised some kid she works with likes to flirt with her. I’m a little surprised it annoys me so much.
Cognizant of the little asshole likely still watching her, I plant a hand on her waist and cradle the back of her head with the other, pulling her in and leaning down to kiss her in one fluid movement.
She sighs against my lips as she kisses me back, the tension easing out of her body as she winds her arms around my neck and leans against me.
There we go.
Her eyes sparkle beneath the streetlight as she pulls back to look up at me. “Well, this was a very nice surprise.”
I smirk, stroking her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “This isn’t the surprise.” I nod toward her car. “Will that be okay to park here overnight, or should we drop it off at your place?”
“Um…” She looks back at her car, debating. “It will probably be okay. It’s not worth stealing or breaking into.” Looking back up at me, she asks, “Why don’t I just take it to your place like usual, though?”
“We can if you want to. We’re not spending the night there, but I suppose I can take you back to my house in the morning to get your car. I was just going to drop you off here on my way home, give you a night away from my place altogether.”
Her gaze drops to my chest. I’m wearing a wool coat, and she plays with the lapels absently, her lips a bit pouty. “I like being at your place, though.”
“And I like you being there,” I assure her. “But Jonathan is hanging around a lot right now. I figured we would have a more peaceful night without him.”
She doesn’t argue that or address him at all, she just looks up at me, her gaze so trusting, I stroke her jaw again to let her feel my approval. “So, where are we going?”
I like knowing she’ll follow me anywhere. I kiss her, then I say, “Let’s head to my house to drop off your car, and then you’ll find out.”
Kennedy beams me a smile, and I can’t resist kissing her one more time before I let her go to her car. Before I go back to the driver’s side of my Cadillac, I shoot a look at the kid still skulking on the walkway beside the building.
Logically, I know it’s probably not even worth our time, but something else tells me I should ask about him, anyway.
It might just be an irrational possessive urge.
I put it away for now.
Once we’ve dropped Kennedy’s car off at my house, she joins me in the passenger seat. I can tell she’s excited, but I don’t tell her what we’re doing until we get there.
