Page 15 of Daring to Love You
At least he wasn’t cutting off other drivers anymore, but she was still holding her breath while he flew down the highway. Maybe he was right. Maybe she should just relax. At the rate he was going, he’d have her back at the B&B in fifteen minutes versus the twenty-five minutes it would normally take.
Glen slammed on the brakes, and Dorian screamed and braced her hand on the dashboard when it looked like he wouldn’t be able to stop in time. He jerked the steering wheel to the right, barely missing the car in front of them, and jumped into another lane. He slowed down some, but he was still going above the speed limit.
Glen chuckled. “Whew, that was close. See, I told you. I got you.”
Anger clawed through Dorian as she gritted her teeth and her chest heaved. Part of her wanted to tell him to just pull over, and she’d find her own way home. The other part of her didn’t want to call a family member or a car service to pick her up. If she just hung on a little while longer, she’d be back at the B&B and away from this jerk. That’s assuming he didn’t kill her first.
“These people can’t drive worth a shit,” he mumbled, still zooming through traffic.
As he talked about inexperienced slow drivers, she stared out the passenger window. It was self-absorbed buttheads like him who made her want to stop dating. Instead of a man, maybe she’d just get a dog or a cat to keep her company. Being in a relationship might be overrated, and if she was honest, she was getting tired of the dating scene. Asking men numerous questions while trying to get to know them was getting tiring. Maybe she’d just take a break and regroup.
She startled when Glen touched her thigh, and she pulled away.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“What do you think? I asked you to slow down, yet you’re going even faster than before. It’s too much traffic out here for you to be driving like a maniac. You keep this up, you’re going to get us killed!”
He laughed as if she told a joke. “Dramatic much? I’m just keeping up with traffic.”
Dorian had the sudden urge to slap him, and she wasn’t even a violent person. Yes, some other drivers were driving more than the speed limit, but Glen was passing them up. Besides, he was driving more reckless than anyone.
No sooner than she thought that, Glen cut off another driver and was met with the blaring of horns. All he did was chuckle as if this situation was funny.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get you home safely,” he said, splitting his attention between her and the road. “Speaking of home, when are you going to invite me to your place?”
She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Never,” she said, then thought maybe she shouldn’t have said that until he dropped her off. They were still at least ten or fifteen minutes from her parents’ place.
“Oh, so it’s like that. I’ve taken you out three times, and you can’t even cook dinner for me or invite me over? These dates weren’t cheap.”
“I appreciate you taking me out, but you’ve just ruined a fairly decent evening. So no, I won’t be inviting you to my house or anywhere else. I’m not hanging out with someone who doesn’t care that his reckless driving scares me. As for the cost of the date…”
She opened her small purse and pulled out all the cash she had on her. Which probably only amounted to fifty dollars, but it was better than nothing.
“This should cover my portion.” She stuffed the money into the cup holder, then folded her arms, and stared out the side window.
Glen huffed out a breath. “I shouldn’t have said anything about the cost of our dates. I wanted to take you out. You don’t have to pay for…”
A booming siren wailed behind them, and they both jumped. Dorian jerked her head and glanced over her shoulder. That’s when she saw the police car right on their bumper and the blinding flashing red and blue lights.
“Aww, hell!” Glen pounded on the steering wheel, cursing up a storm.
After some maneuvering across several lanes, Glen eventually pulled onto the side of the highway. He made quick work of grabbing the car’s registration from the glove compartment and pulled out his driver’s license.
He glared at Dorian. “If I hadn’t been arguing with you, he wouldn’t have gotten the jump on me!” he growled.
“If you weren’t driving like a lunatic, you wouldn’t have gotten pulled over in the first place. I hope your ass gets a big fat ticket that you can’t afford. Better yet, maybe they’ll arrest youfor reckless driving!” she snapped, then slammed the back of her head against the headrest.
No more dating. No more spending her precious time with an idiot.
Frustrated with herself and the situation, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then released the breath slowly. This wasn’t her. She didn’t wish bad things on anyone, and she sure as heck didn’t say crap like that to people. But Glen deserved her anger and more.
When Dorian heard the electric window slide down, she glanced at the driver’s side just as the police officer approached the door.
“License and registration,” the cop said as he leaned down slightly and looked into the car.
Dorian groaned. Of all the people to pull them over, it had to be Lynix?
Seriously?
