Page 65 of Triggered By Love
“Shut up,” Avery screamed and threw her weight at Jason.
The speeding car went spinning, and everything was a blur outside the windshield. Tires screeched, and Jason struggled with the steering wheel.
It felt like time was stopping.
Her body was jerked up and then slammed down into the seat.
Pow.
An explosion of white stung her face and made her head ring. She gasped for air, swatting at the deflating airbag, and she realized what she’d done.
“Jason.” She didn’t dare look his direction. What if he was a bloody mess?
“I should have cuffed you.” A growly voice answered her, and then his lips were over hers, kissing her like he was on his last gasp.
Her arms locked around his shoulders, and she kissed him back if only to punish him, because God forbid, she cared anything about him or the fact she’d wrecked his prize sportscar and could have maimed or killed him.
“Damn you, Jason Burnett,” she muttered in between grappling with his lips and smothering him with her hugs. “Damn you to hell.”
“Then you’re coming with me, because I’m arresting you for assault on a peace officer and sentencing you to solitary confinement with me.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“You wreckedmy Dodge Hellcat Challenger! You must be one hot mama.” Jason zoomed down the FDR Drive in a rented convertible. Avery’s billowing blond hair streamed out the back, and her hands were gripped tight on the armrests.
The wrecker had towed away his totaled Dodge Hellcat Challenger, and he could never afford it again since he wasn’t going to win the lottery ever again.
Unless the lottery was for love. In that case, he was a winner. Bigly.
“I said I’m sorry!” she shouted.
“Temper, temper,” Jason said. “You’re in big trouble.”
“You shouldn’t have taken Brando’s name in vain.”
“Then tell me why you’re not afraid of Richie Overton.” He downshifted as he got off onto the city street.
“I’m not afraid of Richie.”
“Exactly. Why?”
Avery’s head bobbed, as if she were rolling her eyes behind her dark glasses. “There’s no creepy vibe with him. He’s your typical hail-fellow-well-met type of guy. Everyone’s best friend. He takes rejection like water off a duck’s back.”
“You reject him often?”
“All the time,” Avery said, not realizing she’d fallen into his trap. “He’s always coming up with dinner invitations, cruises, parties, and stuff like that.”
“You take him up on them?”
Her lips twisted. “Not after I got serious with my design studio. Besides, I’m not into the crowd he hangs with.”
“Hmmm…” Jason waited. Most people would fill in any available silence.
Sure enough, she continued. “Don’t get me wrong. He’s very popular, and he knows all the major fundraisers. My dad even asked me to hook him up with one of Richie’s buddies.”
“Hmmm…” Jason swung the steering wheel in the direction of Avery’s apartment building. “Did he come through?”
“As far as I know.” She tossed her hair from her face. “He enjoys connecting people.”
