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I narrowed my eyes and turned to him accusingly. “Baby? You call your car Baby?”
“Aww, Kitten, you’re not upset, are you? I was a bachelor for a long time…”
Before I could reply, Eamon answered. “What’s up?”
“Slight change of plans. Heading over to my cottage. Didn’t want you guys to worry.”
“Gotcha. Thanks for that. And congratulations again.” He hung up.
“I can change her name if you want.”
It took me a moment to realize we were back to talking about the car. I thought about it. “Nah, it’s fine. I don’t need to be your Baby when I’m already your Kitten.”
That seemed to please Gunnar just fine.
Once we were beyond the city limits, he stopped on a side street to remove the gaudy decorations from the car. He handed me a duffle bag.
“As much as I’d love to tear that dress off you later, I thought you might want to change into something more comfortable for the drive.”
“Yeah, I’d like to. Thanks.” I looked inside and found several changes of clothes as well as my toothbrush. “Hey… You planned this.”
“Everyone knows the Redrock brothers live in that building. Once news gets out, The White Claws will come knocking. But few know about my cottage. It’ll give us a bit more time before we have to face them. If they want to see us, they will have to agree to my terms.”
I nodded. I’d take all the extra time I could get, especially if I got to spend it with my sexy new husband.My husband. What a weird feeling!
I didn’t love him. I mean, I’d only just met him, and I wasn’t some hopeless romantic who believed in love at first sight. But what about love at first touch? First fuck? Or first…foot massage? That was a thing, right?
I quickly changed into a thin sweater dress, perfect for the fall weather, and my brown leather mid-calf boots, the ones with the brass buckles, which was the only pair of footwear he’d packed. The rest of the way to his country hideaway was smooth sailing until we got to a winding road that twisted and turned as it hugged the curves of a lake.
“This is my favorite part of the drive. Baby, check for oncoming traffic.”
I went to crane my neck around but stopped when I remembered that Baby was his Hellcat. Hmm, maybe he did need to find another name for it.
He slowed down for the approaching curve, and the screen on the console flashed a map of the area. There were two icons that represented other cars, but they were pretty far away.
“Perfect! Hang on, Kitten, and lean right back on the headrest.”
He had the sexiest grin on his face when the car growled, sped up, and took the first turn aggressively. I let out a small involuntary squeak of sudden fear which turned quickly into exhilaration when, after slowing down for just a second, he sped up again at the next turn.
My eyes flickered to the speedometer, and I was surprised to see that we were actually going slower than we had been earlier on the straightaway. It was the curves that made it feel so fast.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ve driven these roads thousands of times. And I’m going light on the pedal,” Gunnar said when we were on another short straightaway.
“Thatwas light on the pedal?” I asked incredulously.
“What did you expect? You’ve just married the bad boy Redrock. I’ve done the calculations. My car can take these turns safely at four times the recommended speed. I promise you, you’re safe.” He reached over and squeezed my knee. “I’d never do anything that might put you in danger. There are some more curves ahead—do you trust me?”
Did I? The car had been in perfect control the whole time, and he’d checked to make sure there was no one on the road but us.
“Hell yes! Let ’er rip!”
The smile Gunnar shot me was one I’d remember forever. This time, as we leaned into the turn, a thrilled giggle bubbled up from my belly. Now that I was more aware of my surroundings, I saw how his body and the car appeared to move as one. Every turn of the wheel and press of the pedal… It was as if he was the one speeding around the curves.
It was totally sexy. Something I never thought would turn me on. Okay, so the thrill of it all helped. I pressed my legs together as we rounded the last curve, and he sped up to meet the straightaway’s speed limit.
“You liked that,” he said with a satisfied lick of his lips. “Did you know gargoyles have a good sense of smell? Not as good as a cat shifter, but your arousal is driving me insane.”
“I wouldn’t know anything about a cat shifter’s sense of smell. When I say I can only make mittens, I mean it. So tell me, husband, howdoI smell?”
