Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

Her hands were capable on the wheel. She drove a little over the speed limit. With her music way up high. She was singing under her breath, and I wished I could hear her.

But right now was enough for me. More than enough.

The drive felt too quick as she parked at the edge of my driveway.

“Sayonara,” she said. “Off you go. Back to the pits of hell.”

I turned the radio down.

“You want to come in?”

“You want to live?”

I looked at her, daring her to come inside.

“Tell me why you’re in a bad mood, Kara.”

Her fingers tapped on the wheel impatiently. “Every time I’m around the spawn of Satan, I’m in a bad mood.”

“It’s not because you saw a girl kiss me earlier, is it?”

She sputtered. The play of emotions on her face was a joy to watch. “Pardon the hell out of me but I think it’s time for your drugs, boyo. The voices in your head are getting out of control again.”

“I didn’t kiss her back.”

She narrowed her eyes. Hazel fire.

Spitfire.

“I don’t even remember her name.”

“And what does that say about you?” she asked.

“That I’m an asshole.”

“That’s right. Shoo. Go away now.” She waved her hand.

“I’ve never claimed otherwise, but”—I leaned close, and when she leaned away, I leaned closer, until our faces were inches apart—“you make me want to be something else.”

Her eyes turned glassy, and I could hear her trying not to breathe.

“You sure you don’t want to come in?” I whispered. “Re-create your first kiss?”

She turned red. Fucking adorable. She recovered quickly, snorting derisively. “You call that a kiss?”

Now I smiled. She was challenging me.

“Why don’t you let me show you?”

“Get off me, creep.”

“I haven’t touched you. Yet,” I pointed out. “And you weren’t saying that last time when you were on top of me.” I knew I was being a dick, but she was too adorable not to tease.

I waited for her cutting remark, but she didn’t say anything. I could feel the sharp edges of her temper whirling around her in waves, but she just bristled in her seat, glaring at me. I almost laughed out loud when I slid out of her car.

“See you tomorrow,” I said easily, almost smugly. “Same time.”

As soon as I closed the door, she reversed her car a few feet away. I paused, watched her curiously. What was she up to?