Page 112 of Ruthless Court
My heartbeat jumps.
I keep my expression flat.
“Nope.”
He watches me for another second.
“Okay, well if you see her… tell her she’s been running fast in my dreams,” he winks.
The voice.
The attitude.
The scent.
I open the passenger door.
“You should find your ride.”
“You leaving already?”
“I’ve seen enough parking-lot drama for one night.”
His face tightens slightly.
“You heard that?”
“Everyone heard that.”
“Great.”
“For what it’s worth, she had a point.”
His eyes narrow.
“About what?”
“You spend a lot of time deciding what women want from you. It might save time to ask.”
“And what do you want?”
The question comes low.
Direct.
No teasing attached.
For half a second, the parking lot disappears around us.
I look up at him.
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
“I want my leftover fries before Noor eats them.”
Noor lifts the container. “Too late.”
