Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

I had sworn I wouldn’t wait for anyone anymore, but she made me break that promise I had made to myself.

I could feel the sting of the wind on my skin, but I was burning up. If she wasn’t going to come back, I would go to her.

I was just going to hop into my truck and chase after her when I saw the white Jeep pull up in the yard.

My chest felt tight as I watched her shoot out of the vehicle, march her way to me.

Kara.

My Kara.

My Spitfire.

The tightness loosened up a bit.

She was mad as hell. Her face was flushed, her mouth in a tight, straight line. The fire in those hazel eyes—those eyes that starred in my dreams every night—as they homed in on me raced through me like an electric shock.

She was mesmerizing and terrifying, like a big tidal wave in the middle of the ocean where your lifeboat was floating in peace. She would appear out of nowhere, swallow you whole, and obliterate every sign of you on earth.

She came back for me.

* * *

There had never been any woman who looked as beautiful to me as she did at that moment. I could not take my eyes off her.

Whatever was building between us had been destroyed when I left. But I was here now, and I was here to get her back, whatever it took.

She parked her long legs in front of me. She was breathing hard, and it wasn’t because of the distance she’d walked. It was her anger toward me. I’d take it. I’d take anything.

She raised her chin defiantly and looked down her nose at me.

She couldn’t hide her emotions if she tried. Somehow, it always came out—whatever she was feeling, whatever she was thinking. I couldn’t fucking get enough of it.

“Give me a reason why I should stay here with you,” she demanded.

I looked at her. And I told her the truth.

“I miss you,” I whispered. “I miss you so much it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

Her eyes softened, but she didn’t move. I knew it was going to be hard convincing her to be with me. I expected it, but I wasn’t going to give up easily. Not this time.

“Let me fix it,” I said, but it was a plea. My voice sounded gruff to my ears.

She just looked at me, not saying anything. It started to scare me. Was she going back to that guy? Was he the guy who was texting and calling her?

Over my dead fucking body.

I held out my hand to her. “Will you take my hand?” I said softly. “Kara?”

I saw her take a deep breath, close her eyes for a moment. And when she opened them, she placed her hand in mine.

* * *

We were on the road a moment later. I insisted we use my company truck. It was a little cold outside, so we had the windows closed. I was driving toward the one place no one knew I had. If there was anyone I wanted to show it to, it would be her.

She faced the passenger window, not giving me a glimpse of her lovely face. She was still mad at me. I couldn’t blame her. I hadn’t answered any of her questions.

“Where are we going?” she finally asked. And still she wouldn’t look at me.