Page 78 of Pit Stop: Baby! (Crescent Cove 4)
Just like Shane.
At least this time I didn’t do it in the middle of the quad. Heck, I could go and do it in the gazebo to show the whole damn town. Did they make industrial locks to protect a person from themselves?
He slapped his hand against the door. “You’re going to make me do this through the door?”
I pressed my forehead to the smooth wood, aching to undo the locks keeping him out.
“Okay, if that’s the way you want it.”
I braced myself, the tears dripping down my stupid face. He’d go back down the stairs and head out. Back to his folks’ house?
I didn’t even know where he was staying. I just didn’t ask. Not wanting to see him in any kind of permanent status with this town—or with me.
“You surprised me, huntress. Being all kinds of a coward over something so stupid.”
I straightened and swiped away tears. What the hell did he mean that I was a coward?
“This just makes you even more interesting.”
I unlocked the door and swung it open. “What?”
He gripped the top of the doorjamb, his posture lazy and sexy. Just like the first time I saw him. “Yes. Do you know how much I can fuck with you? I can whisper shit in the dark—maybe I can get you to even—ooof.”
I jammed my fist into his belly. “You asshole.”
He reached inside and hauled me up against him. “You don’t want to hear what I want you to do?”
“No, you pervert.” I didn’t laugh. I didn’t want to be charmed.
“How could you think so little of me?”
“Because you’re male.” I tried to push out of his arms, but he held me tight.
“Really, Ry.” He touched his forehead to mine. “You think this matters?”
I tried to twist away and he tucked his hands into the back pockets of my ancient jeans. “Gage…”
“No. This is not our dealbreaker.”
“I’m a freak.” I stared at his neck because I couldn’t look at his face.
“No, you’re not.” He shook me. “Look at me. Dammit, Ry.”
I snapped my gaze to his.
“You have a hugely active mind that doesn’t know how to sleep laying down in a damn bed. Why does that make you a freak?”
“Hello? You saw me.”
“Do you know what you did?”
My face heated. No. I never remembered what I was doing. Whatever I was dreaming about didn’t stay with me when I woke up. It was like two different planes almost.
“You walked across the room. Put a bowl of popcorn in a bakery case. That’s about it.”
I frowned. “I felt like I was doing more.”
“Well, you kind of did go for a knife.”
