“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m going to the same place you are.” Not true. His office was at least ten minutes away from the courthouse—in the opposite direction. But she didn’t need to know that. “Why take a bus, and deal with the hectic rush hour public commute, when you could hop in the car with your friend and chill?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he said softly. He opened her door for her, shooting her a smile. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

Was it just him, or did she roll her eyes as she got in?

Grinning, he walked around the back, slid in the driver’s side door, and started the car. By the time he kicked it into drive, she’d already buckled up and was sipping her drink. Reaching into the backseat, he pulled out a brown paper bag. “Here you go.”

She stared at the bag, not taking it. “What is it?”

“It’s for you.”

She bit down on her lip, staring at the package like it was a bomb instead of a heated-up pastry. “You don’t have to do this.”

He frowned. “Do what?”

“You know. Be nice, and stuff.”

He cocked a brow. “So, you want me to be mean?”

“Yes. No.” She tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

A laugh escaped him. He couldn’t help it. “Why the hell would you want me to be mean?”

“Because it would be easier for me if you were,” she said honestly. “Every time you open your mouth, I like you a little more. It’s kind of annoying.”

His heart pounded against his ribs. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Sure you are,” she teased, nudging him with her elbow then taking the bag. She looked inside then smiled. “Blueberry.”

“I took a wild guess whether you’d be in a muffin or bagel mood,” he said as he pulled out onto the road and drove.

“You guessed correctly, like usual.” She ripped off a piece of the muffin and closed her eyes, chewing slowly. He’d never been so turned on by someone eating a fucking muffin before. He’d never be able to look at them in the coffee shop case without getting a hard-on from now on. “That’s another horrible habit of yours.”

He laughed, taking it as the joke it was supposed to be. “I’ll see what I can do about fixing that.”

“Please do, for the sake of the rest of the world.”

Shaking his head, he turned left, and they drove in silence as she munched on her breakfast. When she was almost finished, she ripped off a piece and held it in front of his mouth. “Try some. This is the best muffin I’ve had in years.”

He’d had one earlier, but he didn’t mention that as he took the bite out of her fingers, his cock hardening as her fingertips grazed his lips. She jerked back, and he chewed, taking his time, since he needed a damn second to gather his thoughts, anyway. “That’s really fucking good.”

“Right?” she said, forcing a smile as she tucked her fingers under her thigh. “Thank you for the coffee, and the muffin, and the ride.”

“Sure thing. That’s what—”

“Friends are for,” she finished for him, shooting him a look. “So you said.”

“Well, it’s true.”

She nodded, popping the last bite of muffin in her mouth and crumpling up the bag. As she slipped it inside her purse, she asked, “So, about your damaged dog?”

“Huh?” he asked distractedly, checking for traffic before he merged into the right lane. “What are you talking about?”

“You said you want a damaged dog,” she said, uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs the other way. “Why?”

“Oh.” He swallowed, his gaze drifting down to her legs where her skirt had ridden up from her shift in position. “Anyone can walk into the store, or the shelter, and pick the puppy that’s small, fluffy, and adorable. It’s an easy choice to make. It’s our human nature to be drawn to beautiful things.”

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