Page 115 of Play of Love
“Is it safe for me to ask why Margo’s stuck in Phoenix, or do I have to drag it out of you?” I asked.
Charm. It was the one asset that never let me down. I could charm my way into anything and use it to melt most women. At one point, I’d been able to melt her.
“I’m certain if she wants you to know, she’ll call you.” She resumed her disregard of me and kept her focus outside.
I laughed. “Wow is this seriously how we’re going to be, Babydoll?”
She cut me a crude glance. “Scott, some things are private. I’m simply accompanying you for the convenience of the lift and a quicker route to my friend. Please don’t ask me anything else.”
I smiled and looked at her as we stopped for the traffic lights. “So, what happened? Is Cole in trouble? I reckon she ran away or something.” Yup, I was totally ignoring the warning, much to her dismay. She adjusted herself so that she could face the window more, and ignore me, but I knew how to get under her skin. “That’s a better view of your sweet ass.”
That did the trick. Quickly, she shuffled around again and scowled at me. “What is your problem?”
“What? I don’t know what you mean, baby. If your ass is fine, it’s fine. I’m just telling you.” I laughed at her and ran my gaze back to the side of that sweet ass I remembered so well. There were several favorite parts to love on her. On that thought, my eyes went to her full, very hefty breasts that looked even more defined against the slimness in her waist and hips. I’d noticed straightaway that her body looked more toned, as if she worked out, which I guessed she must have.
“My God, could you be any more of a pervert?” She looked completely appalled.
“It’s not my fault you look the way you do.” I chuckled and looked away.
“You are so annoying.” She opened her little purse and searched around inside. She then pulled out a box of Tylenol and took two out.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Migraine, thanks to the blockheaded jock sitting next to me.” She put the tablets in her mouth and swallowed them.
“Doll, you should seriously have water with that, and food.”
“I’m fine.” She raised her hand to her head and winced.
I had an idea. I pulled off the main road and careened down towards the intersection. It was early. I’d wanted to get to the hotel as early as possible so skipped breakfast, something I never normally did, especially now that I was supposed to be getting myself back in shape and in routine to start training for the new season.
This morning I slept through my alarm and woke up an hour later than planned.
“Scott, where are we going? This is heading into town.” She looked about us.
“Breakfast. I’m taking you to breakfast,” I answered firmly and pretended not to notice the look of disdain she threw my way.
“What? No, we need to get Margo.”
“Doll, Margo is fine where she is. There’s no way we’re driving for more than half a day on empty. Have you eaten yet?”
She sighed with frustration. “I haven’t. We can’t stay long.”
“We stay as long as we need. You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day. We have to keep that fine body of yours in good condition,” I chuckled.
Her shoulders slumped. “Scott, if this is how you’re going to be on this trip, it would definitely be best for me to hire a car.”
I raised my hands into a shrug and laughed. We continued down the road for about five minutes until we saw a diner.
"How about here?" I leaned into her shoulder and smiled.
"Yeah, sure."
I parked up close to the entrance, and we got out. Inside was mostly empty, except for a few truckers in the corner.
One of them zoned in on Abi, locking his eyes on her. He looked her up from head to toe. I instinctively thought to put my arm around her, to claim her, but had to remind myself she wasn't mine.
The man, however, didn't seem like he would have cared one way or the other. His eyes were peeled to Abi. Looking at her with smug delight and satisfaction.
