Page 9 of Dump Tackle My Heart
Like he should fucking talk. Finley had him running in circles before she gave him the time of day. Now, of course, they’re inseparable, and Koa’s doling out relationship advice like he’s some fucking expert.Lucky bastard.
I grunt and plug in my phone, checking my mirrors and adjusting the seat to accommodate my height.
Hands on the wheel.
Heart thumping at ninety kilos per hour.
Thighs tight with need.
Mind a fucking mess of regret and hope and filthy memory.
I’m gonna fix this.
Even if it takes the whole damn weekend.
CHAPTER 3-DANIELA
I stall as longas I possibly can before Finley practically pushes me at the SUV wherehe’swaiting.
I close my eyes and take a breath, metaphorically pulling up my big-girl panties, then I get in the truck.
“Seatbelt?” he says in his obnoxiously sexy accent.
“Yep. Um, do you know how to drive this thing?” I ask because I have legitimate concerns.
I mean, the weather in Consequence isn’t the same as it is up in Montclair, New Jersey—my hometown—but it’s been nothing but wet weather all week, and as we head to the cabin, I’m sure we’ll encounter some ice and snow.
I squint at him across the console as we head down the highway to a private road that leads to the cabin.
My anxiety climbs as I wait for him to answer while the SUV rumbles up the base of the mountain.
The tires crunch over a mix of gravel and snow, and the guardrails out here are a joke.
One sharp swerve and we’d be airborne like the freakin’ Dukes of Hazzard.
“Seriously, have you driven something like this before?”
Tank—Hudson, keep it formal, I remind myself, not that it helps—grunts like I’ve insulted his manhood.
“It’s a Chevy Tahoe,” he mutters, eyes fixed on the road. “Not a bloody spaceship.”
Okay, he has a point. But really, this SUV might as well be a rocket.
The thing’s freaking huge. Plus, the road’s barely plowed, and like I predicted, once we hit the mountain roads, there’s ice everywhere.
Ice.
Everywhere.
“Right. Sorry. It’s just, you know, we’re on an actual mountain and it’s icy, possibly snowing up there, and I’m just wondering out loud how qualified you are to not kill us both.”
He smirks—barely—but it’s there.
That little twitch at the corner of his mouth that used to drive me crazy.
Still does, apparently.
“Does it even snow in New Zealand?” I ask mostly under my breath.
