Page 44 of Broken Silence
I tried not to grin as I unlocked the door. As soon as she reached out to grab the handle, I locked it again.
Raising a brow over the top of the roof, she asked, “How old are you, Cole?”
“As if you’re not having fun.”
“Open up, it’s cold today.”
It wasn’t.
“Want me to warm you up?” I asked, unlocking the car again.
She got in and turned to me when I sat down. “I was going to say yes then but you left it unlocked. Now your car is going to warm me up.”
Damn it.
I started the engine, smirking at her. This was a fun game. I just wasn’t sure how far she was willing to take it.
All the way, please!
She was on her phone as I drove, probably letting her family know how it’d gone.
“You missed the turning,” Oakley said, looking up as I purposefully drove past the road to the café.
“We’re going somewhere else.”
“Strip club, right?”
“I’m down. You going to give me a lap dance?”
She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t understand. Messing around with her had been fun before, but now, she had the confidence to properly give it back, and I loved it.
Watching me with questions in her eyes as I pulled up outside my house, she unbuckled. “We’re having ice cream at your house?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
“Okay…”
I let us in, and she followed me to the kitchen where I made two milkshakes and two bowls of ice cream.
“Okay, follow me.”
She frowned. “Cole, what?”
“This way,” I told her, carrying the tray. “Open that door, will you?”
“To your garage?”
“Just do it.”
She pushed the door open. “This is weird.”
I led her past the old wardrobes, car parts, and cardboard boxes. Taking a shaky breath, I walked around the clothes rail and stopped.
She gasped, and I knew she’d seen it, too.
“What…? Oh my God, Cole.”
I was far too much of a pussy to turn around and meet her eyes, so I set the tray down and busied myself setting up the food and drinks. My heart was trying to kill me as I waited for her reaction.
