Page 86 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Are you here by chance?” I ask with a smile hovering on my lips.
“Nope, I’m waiting for you.”
“You didn’t know I would be passing.”
“I took a gamble,” he says. I lift an eyebrow at him. “And a little bird may have told me you were packing up.”
“A silver bird?” I ask, smiling. He meets my smile with one of his own. “How long have you been here exactly?”
“A while. I was hoping I could drive you the rest of the way home.”
“Bea?” my dad asks.
“Okay,” I say, my smile growing wider, “I’d like that.”
We have some trouble fitting all my stuff into the tiny trunk of Axel’s sport’s car, but dad promises to post me the last two boxes. Then he kisses me and whispers in my ear.
“You sure about this, Cupcake? I mean, he’s as good looking as the last one but–”
I kiss my dad’s rough cheek. “They’re packmates.”
My dad’s jaw nearly falls to the floor and I think that is my cue to make a swift exit. I give him a wave, then climb down into the sports car and let Axel press the button that has the doors descending like an eagle tucking in its wings.
“This car is friggin’ ridiculous,” I mutter.
“You don’t like it?” he asks.
“Well,” I confess, “I’ve been waiting for you to take me out in it.”
With a self-satisfied grin, he revs the engine and zips out of the gas station, leaving my dad standing there bewildered and me pinned back in my seat.
I laugh as we fly down the road, far too fast, and dust billows up in the air behind me.
“This is so much smoother than my dad’s truck, or Missy.”
“Missy?”
“My car.”
“Ahh your car? Where is it?”
“She. I had to leave her behind. She needs a bit of work.”
“You need a car in the city. You can borrow this one.”
“Firstly, I don’t need a car. Secondly, I can’t borrow this. Thirdly, this car is really bad for the environment. Although,” I mutter, glancing his way, “I’d love to drive her.”
Axel twists his head to look at me, then swerves the car into a rest stop and slams on the brakes.
“What the hell?” I cry, but instead of explaining his actions, he presses the buttons and the doors rise. In the next second, he’s out of his seat and dragging me out of mine.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “Are you kicking me out of your car and abandoning me at the side of the road because I insulted your baby?”
“Nope, I’m letting you drive.”
“Me?” I point to my chest.
“I don’t see anyone else here, sweetheart.”
