Tempting Little Thief by Brandy Meagan

Author:Brandy, Meagan
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781398719545
Publisher: Orion
Published: 2023-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Bass

“Where are we?” Rocklin looks around, nothing in our line of sight but a tagged-up fence and a row of overflowing dumpsters.

“This is the south side of town.” I keep heading down the rock alleyway, taking a sharp right into the parking lot just before the end. The line of concrete cubes is as good as empty this time of day, so I pick the one at the farthest end, roll into it, and kill the engine.

She frowns at the cement walls, leaning forward to look at the hook bolted there, and follows the stretch of the hose. She glances behind us, then back to me with a raised brow.

I simply stare at her, my little blonde badass. I watched her shoot this morning, forty-five rounds, only a single missed target, and even it was by less than an inch.

She looks wrong in this car.

It’s too old, too dirty, and too beat down, unworthy of her presence.

Just like I am …

“Bastian,” she says quietly, and I snap out of it, finding a soft smile on her lips.

“What, Rich Girl’s never been to a car wash before?”

Her head tugs back and she looks around again. “… car wash?”

“Yeah, car wash.” I dig around in the center cup holder, pulling out some change and she frowns, following me as I climb out.

Arms folded across her chest, she steps near the hood, glancing around, spotting a couple chain fast-food joints and a liquor store.

I put the coins in and the old thing rumbles. I give it a little squeeze and water shoots out.

She swiftly looks my way, eyes comically moving from me to the hose and then the car. “So you’re just going to … wash your car?”

Taking the soap sprayer in my free hand, I let it loose over the driver’s side and the hood, and she lifts one foot as if some splashes her way. “So you’ve never been to a car wash, then?”

She pulls her lips between her teeth and a low chuckle leaves me.

“Go on, say it,” I tease.

With a playful roll of her eyes, she says, “My car is always clean.”

“So someone washes it for you.”

She stares off a moment as if she has to think about it and then lifts a shoulder.

It’s an honest answer. She has no clue ’cause when she needs it … it’s always ready and waiting for her.

I cock my head, spraying the hood once, then again, a little harder.

Her eyes narrow, and I grin.

Her hands shoot out and now I’m laughing ’cause my girl knows what’s comin’.

“Bastian … no. Don’t even—” She squeals, arms flying up, mouth forming a pretty little o as I spray her from head to toe. She freezes for a solid three seconds, but she doesn’t get mad. Doesn’t whine or throw a fit, doesn’t complain that I ruined her perfect curls.

Nah, she rushes me, wrestling for the hose, but then discovers the second one and now I’m the one who jerks.

“That one’s for tires!” I warn, taking backward steps.

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