Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

“But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s hurting, and maybe you can help, so you need to put whatever happened between you two aside and go after her.”

Damn, she’s good.

Putting Claire’s feelings aside will be nearly impossible, because I’m not sure she still has said feelings. I wish things were different between us, and if we were different people in a different universe, they might be.

But that doesn’t change the fact that what Adley is saying is true. I can relate to Claire, and if she’ll forgive me for being an ass at the hospital, maybe I can get close enough to her to figure out what’s going on and help her through it.

But then I have to walk away. I absolutely cannot get sucked into the vortex.

“Trevor?”

I blink and look at Mo. “Yeah?”

“You’re wasting time.”

“Right.”

I rush out of Dirty Dicks, jump in my truck, and peel out of the parking lot. I take a left, knowing it’s the quickest way to Claire’s house, and not even half a mile down the road, I see the silhouette of a woman.

What the fuck? She walked?

Heaven isn’t a dangerous town, but it’s dark out, and this is a busy road, and what was she thinking? I know this isn’t the best way to approach an upset woman, but I’m pissed. Pulling alongside Claire, I roll the window down.

“Get in the truck.”

She startles at the sound of my voice. Hand covering her heart, she stops and takes a breath. “You scared me.”

“The feeling is mutual. What are you doing walking down this road at night? It’s dangerous.”

She rolls her eyes. It’s not a gesture I’m fond of, but somehow Claire makes it look sexy. “It’s not dangerous.”

“Bullshit. I barely saw you. You could’ve gotten hit—or worse yet, kidnapped.”

Claire ignores me and keeps walking. “Go away, Trevor. I want to be alone.”

I inch the truck along the road, checking my rearview mirror every few seconds to make sure no one is flying up on us.

“At least let me take you home.”

“No.”

Damn stubborn woman. I take my hat off and flip it around. “Get in the truck, Claire, or so help me God, I will chase you down and toss you in here myself. And make no mistake about it, if you push me that far, I will spank your ass.”

She stops, her breath hitches, and when she looks at me, I can tell she’s wondering if I would actually do that.

The heated look in her eye pulls the seductive words from my mouth before I have a chance to stop them. “You’d probably like that, though, wouldn’t you, sweet Claire?”

“In your dreams.”

Hell yeah, in my dreams. That’s what I want to say, but I’ve got to get a grip on this wild feeling that runs through me when I’m around her.

“Damn it, Red, just get in the truck.”

“Go home, Trevor.”

Her voice is lifeless, and although I can’t see her eyes because it’s dark and now she won’t look at me, I imagine they’re the same.

Screw this.