Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Okay. So we wait. You hungry?”
“Starved,” I admit.
“Me too.” He glances at the car. “That’s a pretty sweet fucking ride.”
I can’t help but grin. “It really is. Wanna drive it?”
He’s a car guy. He grew up in a body shop. He works on them for a living. I can tell he appreciates the hell out of this Corvette. He wants to sit behind the wheel. But he says the right thing: “Nah.”
I shouldn’t push. But he’s already becoming my accomplice. So he might as well get the pleasure of at least driving the stolen car. “Zero to sixty in 2.95 seconds. Get in. I know you want to drive her.”
I walk around to the passenger’s side and climb in.
Bo lets out a low curse and drops down into the driver’s seat, scooting it even farther back than I had it. He fastens his seatbelt and shuts the door.
“Fuck, yeah, I want to drive her.”
He takes off, peeling out of the parking lot and racing down the back roads. “Get on Google maps and find me a deserted road where I can tear around.”
I do, and I tell him how to get there.
He stops the car and revs the engine. “You gonna clock her?”
I open the timer function on my phone and nod. “Ready in 3...2...1!”
He takes off, the tires screaming. The car shoots to sixty, then seventy, then eighty and ninety. “Hang on, Legs!” he shouts and hits the brakes to make a tight turn.
I scream with exhilaration, and Bo laughs like a maniac as he gets it back up to ninety going the other direction.
Back and forth he tests the car, making me clutch the door handle with white knuckles while thrills of excitement drench my body.
After about twenty minutes, my voice is hoarse from screaming, and my neck’s starting to hurt from trying to hold my head on for the tight turns.
Bo flips one more turn and heads back toward Naco. “Nope, we can’t sell it. I’m keeping this baby.”
“Right? I don’t think anyone would notice. It’s not like it’s flashy or anything.”
“No kidding. You couldn’t pick another boring Mercedes sedan or something? You had to go for the race car?”
I shrug. “Desperate times.”
He sobers, giving me a long look as we pull up to a stop sign. “Are they, Legs?”
My chest cinches up, and I refuse to look his way. “Weren’t you going to get some food?”
“Yep. I’m going to the Burger King drive-thru. I saw it on the way in.”
I didn’t. I narrow my eyes. “How did you follow me, exactly?”
“App on your phone. Thanks, by the way—for not shutting off your location services.”
“Yeah, I needed them to find this little town. I didn’t know my stalker had made my phone a tracking device.”
“I came to save your ass, so a little less attitude and a whole lot more gratitude is in order, sugar.”
“I don’t recall asking you to be my savior.” Although the truth is, I’m steeped in gratitude right now. When he knocked on my window, I’d never been so happy to see a friendly face in my life.
Especially his.
He pulls into the Burger King parking lot and orders four burgers and three french fries. Then he looks at me. “What are you having?”
I smack him with the back of my hand. “Are you serious?”
He grins at me and turns back to the speaker. “And a Sprite. That’s it.” As he pulls forward, he says, “I hope you have money.”
I snort and pull out my wallet. “What would you do if I didn’t?”
“Zero to sixty in 2.95 seconds.”
I laugh.
We pick up the food, and Bo tears into a burger with one hand while he drives. It’s gone in 2.95 seconds.
“Holy shit, you probably could eat all four of these yourself,” I marvel, unwrapping another burger to hand to him.
My phone beeps with a text, and I grab it, my mood shifting to tension. “I have the address.”
“All right, let’s go.” Bo’s voice rings with a can-do timber. It’s damn sexy on him.
He drives to the parking lot where he first showed up and gets out. “I’ll follow on my bike.”
I walk around to climb in the driver’s side. “You don’t have to.”
He shakes his head. “No fucking way I’m letting you go to that meet without backup. I’m your goddamn muscle.”
I fall into him, squeezing both his biceps as I incline my head against his chest. “You’re a prince, Bo.”
“I thought I was the knight.” He palms the back of my neck. “And you’re the queen. Let’s move.”
Chapter 10
Bo
The hairs on the back of my neck prickle with danger from the moment we arrive at the meet location.
Naco is sketchy to begin with, and this abandoned lot is even worse. Darkness has fallen, and there are no streetlights—not that I need them, but the fact that these guys picked a dark abandoned lot doesn’t bode well.