“Mm-hmm. Like she’s going to rip him a new asshole.”
Blake frowned. “Nah.”
“It’s why she wanted to drive with him.”
“All right. What are you betting?”
Her gaze swung to him. “Huh?”
“What’s on the line?” His gaze slid to her mouth.
Heat rose in her cheeks, and she stumbled over a reply, “I don’t know. I mean, I was just using a phrase. I’m not really betting.”
“Shame.” Lips twitching, he started the engine and swung the truck into traffic.
What was up with him? He was hot. He was cold.
But most of all, he was completely forbidden, and they both knew it. So, he needed to stop with that flirting stuff.
She bit back a sigh and stared out the window. Why were things so complicated? More importantly, why did she want it to be Blake so badly?
This was just about getting the V out of the way so she could get together with Paul. Right?
So why was she disappointed?