The Distance Between Us (MAC Security 3)

I step out of the car and walk forward, watching as her eyes widen when she sees me through the window.

“What do you want, Charlie?” she huffs.

Leaning my forearm on the top of the door, I lean closer. “What are you doing?”

She rolls her eyes and leans back in her seat, her mouth in a grim line.

“My job,” she practically growls.

“I mean at Diva’s.”

I scan her face, taking in her perfect bow-shaped lips and big eyes. My eyes flick down to her chest of their own accord as she takes a deep breath and then down to her legs which are on full display.

“Getting a job.”

“At Diva’s?” I growl, moving closer. My head is practically in her truck now.

“Like I just said.” She leans forward, starting the truck back up. “I’m on a job.”

“Don’t you dare drive away from me, Kitty.” I grit my teeth and hold onto the door, my knuckles turning white from the force.

She huffs and closes her eyes, dropping her head onto the steering wheel and resting it there.

“What do you want, Charlie?”

She turns to me and I study her, my eyes not moving from hers as they connect with mine. There’s so much history between us, both good and bad but the good definitely outweighs the bad. She’s a magnet that I’m attracted to. Unable to stop the force that brings us together.

“Meet me at mine,” I say, pushing off the door and tapping the top of her truck twice.

“What? No, Charlie.”

I walk backwards, a smirk kicking up the corner of my mouth. “If you don’t come then I’ll come and arrest you from Wayward.”

“You wouldn’t!” she gasps.

I turn around when I get back to my own car and pull the door open. “Test me and you’ll find out.” I wink as I jump into the seat and spin out of there, leaving her sitting with her mouth open and her eyes wide.

What the hell am I doing?

You know how there’s always that one person that you just want to punch in the face automatically? Yeah... so that’s Charlie.

He always has this smug look on his face, like he’s got the better of me. Okay, so maybe he has right now as I follow him to his place, but goddammit, he’s infuriating! How can someone provoke such violent thoughts? Because right now all I want to do is throat punch him.

He knows he could blow my cover by doing this and he knows that’s even more likely by pulling me over not far from Diva’s. He knows this better than anyone, he runs a fucking intelligence department at the precinct for Christ’s sake. What the hell is he playing at?

I pull up next to the sidewalk in front of his house and huff as I get out of the truck, power walking right past him where he waits on the driveway and to his front door.

“Kit—”

“No!” I hold my hand up. “Just let me in.”

He walks around me, grazing my arm with his and unlocks the door. I barge inside, hating that

my body relaxes because the place feels like home.

“I can’t believe—”

I’m cut off by his hands on my shoulders as he spins me around, his lips slamming down onto mine. I keep my lips closed, not willing to give in to him. I promised myself months ago that I wouldn’t let him do this to me anymore.