Page 43 of Hiss and Make Up
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Marc tried to ignore the foul-breathed, parasite-infested beast breathing over his shoulder while Sierra drove toward his house and toward even more reminders of their history together.
After the last half hour together, the last thing he wanted to remember was their past. All he wanted now was to make new history with the woman beside him.
While that kiss had confused him, his hand on her thigh while feeding her chocolate had dang near ruined him. For what, he didn’t know yet. Everything.
He’d had to remind himself that they weren’t alone in that shop. But now it was just the two of them in Sierra’s car on the way to Marc’s house. Now he had one goal: get Sierrainsidehis house. Preferably for the whole night.
She pulled into a drive-thru and ordered a plain hamburger for the dog. Once she paid, she turned to Marc and asked, “Will you tell menowwhat’s in that folder?”
He laughed, surprised she’d held out this long.
Gelato. Dark chocolate gelato. He filed away her weakness for future reference.
He also filed away the fact that she’d beenjealous. Of what, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like there was anything between him and Chloe. And he really didn’t understand how confident, tough-as-nails Sierra could be jealous of anyone. Especially when she’d seemed so pissed at him after they left the stadium.
“What do I get in return?”
She grabbed the bag from the window, unwrapped the burger to hand it to the dog, and drove off. “Me not asking you what’s in that folder anymore.”
Not exactly what he had in mind, but still appealing.
“Sorry, I didn’t think it would bother you this much,” he said. “We have the email address it came from—which we already knew. Adrien gave instructions on how to locate the IP address and steps for tracking down the physical address of the computer used.
“Is that good?”
“I guess. But it could still be a dead end. He said it all depends on where it was sent from and whether we can track it to a specific person.” He shrugged. “This is not my area of expertise.”
“Like you have an area of expertise.”
“Hey, you’ve seen my fan mail. I’m apparently great at pissing people off.”
She laughed. “I take it back. You are an expert at that.”
He tried and failed to hold back a smile. Her laugh sent him over the edge. An edge he’d gladly tumble over again and again. “I could show you a few other areas of expertise later if you’ll let me.”
The car wobbled into its right-hand turn, and Marc grabbed the dash as they bumped the curb.
Flustered was a good sign. Flustered was one step closer to getting her inside his house.
If he survived this drive.
She relaxed her shoulders and realigned the car. “If you’re that interested in getting laid, then all you had to do was let me leave. Chloe could have driven you home and finished the job.”
This again. “Why are you pushing that? I didn’t think you were a big fan of hers.”
“I’m not. But I figured you must be.”
“Why? I told you. Not my type.”
“Aside from the obvious fact that she isexactlyyour type, you did the whole winking thing.”
“So because I winked at her—which I thought was pretty obvious that I was teasing and flirting withyou—you assumed that I want to have sex with her?”
“How is winking atherflirting withme?”
When she put it that way, it really did sound like his moves needed work. “Does that mean you were jealous?”
