Page 42 of Ewan

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks before bringing his eyes back to me.

It’s like I’m drinking ambrosia from them.

They look fantastic in the light coming from his car.

He’s like a shapeshifter.

A wolf that morphed into a gorgeous man and now is about to kidnap me, toss me over his shoulder, take me to a cabin, and eat me out until I pass out.

My imagination runs wild, but we are not at story time.

“The car broke down, and I lost control of the wheel. My phone battery died, too. So that’s where I am. I was waiting for someone to come along and help me. I wasn’t expecting you. Wait. Didn’t you leave a little earlier?”

His eyes narrow with a mischievous smile only men like him get away with.

I can’t stop looking at him.

He looks like he’s lived off modeling jobs his entire life. Dark hair swept back. Dark stubble paired up well with his ‘I don’t give a fuck attitude.’

Lips that could take you from soft to tender to a blaze in need of an extinguisher. I don’t have to look twice at him to know he knows his way around a woman’s body.

No wonder he was so brazen back at the venue.

What made him come, though?

And what happened to little Colley’s cousin?

“Can you open the hood for me?” he asks, and I look at him like he’s asked me to drop my panties for him.

He tilts his chin toward the inside of my car, and I shift my focus to the dashboard.

I know there’s a hood release hatch somewhere.

“Step out of the car,” he says in the voice of someone with authority, glancing away again––checking the road, I suppose.

Maybe ensuring no one witnesses him making me disappear.

I haven’t even touched that bottle, and I’m naughty like I have.

“You didn’t drink anything, I hope,” he says when he notices the bottle of red wine on the passenger seat.

“I was about to before you interrupted me,” I retort.

“Funny,” he says, unimpressed.

I push out of my seat and he makes room for me to step past him before he opens the hood of my car and checks the engine.

I wait, shifting my weight from one foot to another.

My heart shudders in my chest. It’s that cold.

“You need to take it to a repair shop. Do you know a good repair shop in your area?” he asks, different than the man who gave me a hard time inside.

He’s all business, and I quickly sober up.

He didn’t even ask me to get in his car, although I’m frosted like a twig.

He didn’t offer to take me home.

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