The Day He Kissed Her (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 3)

She had a feeling she knew who the idiot driver was.

She stood there with her keys in her hand, chewing on her bottom lip as she glanced at the Edwardses’ beautiful front lawn. The ground was still soft from the winter thaw and all the rain they’d had lately, so it was insane to even consider it, but dammit, she had no choice.

Lily gulped in a huge shaky breath, panicking when she heard Jake’s voice from out back, and she shot forward, keys jangling in her fingers as she struggled to press the unlock button on the fob.

She would do it. She would drive across Steven’s lovely grass and to hell with the consequence. She’d pay whatever it cost to fix the damage and hope they didn’t think she was a nut bar, which she was kinda acting like.

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bsp; Pushing her long, blond hair out of the way, Lily fingered her key fob and let rip another round of swearing as the damn thing slipped out of her hands and landed underneath her car.

“Oh. My. God.”

She took a step back and peered beneath the vehicle. The fob was just out of reach and Lily knew she was going to have to get on her knees to grab it. On her knees. In this dress.

Her favorite J. Mendel dress.

Quickly she snuck a glance behind her and then got down to business—no, scratch that, she got down on all fours like a dog and had to lean way over in order to get to the stupid thing. By the time her fingers closed around the small black fob, she was out of breath, pissed off, and her knees hurt like hell because they dug into the concrete.

She inched her way backward and…

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to box you in.”

His voice came from nowhere. Well, actually that was wrong. He was right behind her and she was on all fours with her ass stuck in the air.

Jesus H. Christ.

Her eyes squeezed shut. She took a moment.

“Uh, are you okay?” he asked.

And then she took another moment.

“Jake said you needed to leave, so I’ll just move my car onto the road and you can back out.”

She nodded, lips tight, eyes still squeezed shut.

She heard his shoe scuff against the concrete, but then it stopped. Why did he stop? Why wasn’t he moving away from her? Everything inside Lily was wound so tight she felt as if she was going to explode.

“Are you sure you’re—”

“Will you just leave already?” she snapped. She sank back onto her haunches, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched so tight it was painful. Hair blew across her face, and she yanked it away, tucked it behind her ear, and wished that she could just disappear.

“Sure thing, sweet cakes.”

Sweet cakes? Really?

She let out a weak breath and waited.

And waited some more.

“I don’t have all day,” she muttered.

“What was that?”

He was playing with her. She heard it in his voice.

“I said I don’t have all day, so if you could please move your car, I’d appreciate it.”