Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

“Screw you, Logan Lawson.” She could barely get it out, she was panting so hard.

“Get in.” The command gritted from my mouth.

Aster bent over, gasping, the air puffing from her mouth a misty, white vapor.

The temperature on the dash read twenty-eight, and she might have been wearing a white-fur coat, but it only came to her knees, and her feet were bare save for those silver, strappy heels.

I’d gladly lay down another bet there was a frigid draft breezing up beneath that dress.

I had the sudden urge to warm her up.

Fire-agate eyes flashed and flamed as they cut through the night. “I already told you that I’m not going anywhere with you.”

She started to move around the door like she found it fit to keep walking down the deserted road. I eased along, keeping pace with her with the door swung open and hot air blasting from the vents.

“You’re going to freeze.”

Scoffing, she hugged herself tighter. “Like you care, Logan.”

“I take good care of my possessions.”

She sent me a look meant to slay.

Yeah, I was being a prick. After what she’d done? What she’d caused?

Grief glowered like a dark storm from within.

She deserved it.

And I was the twisted fuck that found some sort of satisfaction in her anger. Like maybe I wanted her to feel even an ounce of what she’d put me through.

The loss she’d caused.

But the thought of her finding actual harm out on this deserted road? It had that chaos rounding double time.

“Get in the car, Aster,” I said, keeping my voice as even as possible when I wanted to shout that she was being a fool when she continued to stumble down the road in the freezing cold.

She ignored me.

“If you don’t get in, I’ll do it for you.”

Her head whipped my way. An arrow pierced me in the chest. I hated that she was so goddamn pretty. Hated that I could remember the times when the sight of me had brightened her face with the kind of joy that had felt so real.

Now, she glared at me like I was a monster. It wasn’t far from the truth.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

My brow arched as my car inched down the road. “Wouldn’t I?”

Energy crackled in the chilled air. An old spark I resented still had the audacity to thrive. The kind that burned and seared and left nothing but ash.

She lifted her chin, and her voice shifted, went deep the way it used to do, like she wanted to believe I was someone I was not. “I don’t think you would.”

I rammed on the brake, had the car in park, and was in front of her so fast she nearly tripped. My hands shot out to grip her by the arms to keep her from falling. An avalanche of greed hit me so hard it came close to knocking me from my feet.

Urges slammed me from all sides.

Attraction.