Page 2 of One Pucking Life

“We could do subs. Easy to hold,” he suggests.

“Subs it is. So beer?”

He nods, holding his arm out the window. “Yeah, beer goes well with subs.”

“Agreed.”

I pull into the grocery store parking lot and shut off the engine. Pulling out my phone, I start typing a list in my notes app so we don’t forget anything.

“Ice,” Jaden adds.

“Good point. We always forget that.”

I’m still typing when a hostile question and a beautiful voice cut through my focus.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

My head snaps up. A woman stands outside my open window, arms full of grocery bags, glaring like I just stole her puppy.

“Get out!” she demands.

I smirk, layering on the Max charm. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I step down from the Bronco, but before I can say another word, she elbows me in the ribs and squeezes past me, marching straight for the car. With a grunt, she hoists her bags into the back seat. That’s when she finally notices Jaden sitting there.

Her eyes go wide. “Are you deaf? Get the fuck out!” She points at a far-off point beyond the vehicle. “I can’t believe this right now. You realize there are cameras all over this parking lot?”

Jaden steps out of the car, glancing at me likewhat the hell is happening?Meanwhile, I’m standing there, weirdly fascinated. I’m not even sure why I’m going along with her absurd demands, but something about her makes me curious. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s insanely gorgeous.

Her strawberry-blond hair is tied into two low pigtail-like buns at the nape of her neck. Her nostrils flare as her big green eyes pin me with a glare that could melt steel. Chest to chest, Ican’t stop staring at the freckles dusting her nose. Throw in her killer body, and she’s just… stunning. So much so that I don’t even question it when she turns away from me, climbs up into the driver’s seat, and slams the door shut.

“What is going on?” Jaden mutters, now at my side.

I don’t answer. I’m still too busy watching her, trying to figure out what this gorgeous, feisty creature thinks she’s doing.

She fastens her seat belt and, narrowing her eyes, stares me down as she makes a show of pushing the lock button on the door. Given that the top is off and there are literally countless entry points into the Bronco, a little lock isn’t going to do much. But still, she presses the button with such authority that it’s kind of fascinating.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” she growls, “but you messed with the wrong girl.”

“Did I? That wasn’t my intention,” I say, playing along.

She rolls her eyes. “Men like you are the worst.”

“Are they?” I raise a brow. “How so?”

She blows out a heated breath. “You know what? I don’t have time for this. You’re just lucky I’m in a hurry, or I’d be calling the cops. If you were smart, you’d take this as a sign to get your life together. But we both know that’s not going to happen.”

“Such hostility,” I tease.

She huffs and whips her face forward. I can’t help but notice the flush creeping down her neck. I’m guessing it’s from anger, but I’m hoping it’s something a little more… lusty. Depending on how this plays out, she might just earn herself an invite to tonight’s party.

With one hand gripping the steering wheel, she jams the key fob into the ignition. Her brows furrow as she keeps trying, shoving it in over and over.

“What the…?” she mutters under her breath.

“Excuse me,” I say, knocking on the door. “You’ve made it clear you’re not in the mood to chat, but may I suggest you try your keys in that one?” I point at a navy-blue Bronco two rows over.

She follows my finger, and her mouth drops open with a gasp. “Oh my God.”

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