DONE ME DIRTY

“How do you know that?” I asked. “Was there a sign I missed while I was talking or had my eyes closed? Or have you been here plenty of times before and just know?”

His head turned toward me once more. “I’m having a difficult time believing you’re that stupid.”

The tone of his words was flat, making it hard for me to decide if I should be offended by his statement or not…

“I don’t think I’m stupid,” I said. “Sheltered. Naïve. Inexperienced. All of those, yes. But not stupid when given the opportunity to learn.”

Another delicious rumble built from deep inside his chest, but he seemed to be all out of verbal responses.

Just when I was ready to go on my next tangent, I caught sight of the Jeep he’d mentioned. There wasn’t a top on it. Just a black roll cage above the navy-blue body.

He eyed the front of the vehicle, then the back, before setting me down. His hands grabbed my biceps, positioning me until I was standing in front of him. “Don’t piss me off or I will tie a rope around your wa