Page 98 of His White Moonlight
He pulled over suddenly.“Get out.”
“What?”
“You want to run away from everyone and everything so badly?Get out.”
Was I afraid of being out in the middle of nowhere?No.I had a phone and was used to being on my own and making it work.Was I afraid of being out in the middle of nowhere alone with Bennett when his jaw was ticcing like a bomb counting down?Yep.
If he looks like he’s going to lose his temper, hug him, Wrenly.
I reached for the handle and opened the door myself.
His door slammed as I stood, and he was in front of me a second later, pinning me against the car.
“Do you want to go for a run, Wrenly?”
“In this dress?It was almost five thousand dollars, Bennett.”
His gaze dipped to my neck, where my pulse fluttered.
“You hate the dress.”
“The dress is pretty.I’m not going to wreck it just because I don’t like it.”Before the end of the summer, I planned to add it to the name-brand resale site I used to trade high-end items for cash.
“Then take it off.”
“I’m not wearing a—” I took a breath and tried again.“Bennett, I don’t care what happens at pack runs; I’m not taking off the dress to run down the road in broad daylight.”
His gaze skimmed lower, and I pushed at his chest.He caught my wrists and held them against him.
“Your insanity is showing, and I want to go home.”
His mask shattered, and the look in his eyes wasn’t healthy…for me.
“What home?You mean the place you want to leave?”
My panic skyrocketed when he started leaning into me.I closed my eyes and let myself feel all the anger, frustration, andfearI’d been suppressing.
He growled and dropped his forehead to mine.
“Get back in the car.I’ll be back in an hour.Don’t even think of driving with those hands.”
He released me.
Trembling, I stayed right where I was.
After several minutes, I slowly opened my eyes and found myself alone with a pile of clothes folded neatly on the hood.
I didn’t even hesitate.Scooping up his clothes, I found his keys and phone.The phone I left on the side of the road.The clothes and keys stayed with me as I executed a smoother Y turn than my last attempt and headed back the way we’d come.
When I reached a stop sign, I used my phone to send him a text.
Me: I’d rather high-five a cactus than wait around for your moody ass.You deserve this!Enjoy the run home.
Were my hands shaking as I used my GPS to figure out my way home?Absolutely.But not because of the drive.
I had no doubt Bennett would retaliate.I just hoped I was safely locked in my closet before he found his phone.
Forty minutes later, I pulled into the garage and almost crashed into Dad’s meticulously restored pride and joy, vintage Ford Model A when I saw what waited for me.
