Page 121 of Tempting Miles
Then I take the next exit to I-85. I know of a place where nobody will bother us.
A few minutes pass in silence.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she asks, frustration creeping into her voice.
I drag a hand over my scruff.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say, Penny.” I swallow hard. “I don’t think you need to apologize. We’re nothing, remember? That’s what you said.”
“Oh, please.” She turns toward me. “Cut the bullshit, Miles. If we’re nothing, then why did you show up?”
I can feel her stare burning a hole in my face.
Damn.
“You got me there, boss.”
My thoughts keep crashing into each other.
Every time I think I’ve found the right words, they die before they make it to my mouth.
A moment later, she blows out a raspberry and drops her head back against the seat.
Despite everything, despite how hurt and confused I still am, I almost smile.
She still manages to be incredibly sexy and cute as hell while wearing a wedding dress and falling apart in my passenger seat.
At some point during the drive, she finally dozes off.
I keep driving until the gas light flicks on.
Thankfully, there’s a huge gas station just a couple of miles ahead.
I pull into one of the pumps and shut the truck off.
“Where are we?” Penny asks, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.
“Getting gas.”
I hop out of the truck and start filling the tank.
A second later, the whole thing starts rocking.
I look over just in time to see Penny absolutely losing a battle against her dress, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
I walk around the truck and open her door. “Need a hand?”
“You think?” she huffs.
“Come on, boss.” I hold out my hand. “Let’s get you into some normal clothes.”
I shove down the avalanche of tulle while helping her down from the truck, then lead her toward the gas station.
As soon as we walk through the automatic doors, her demeanor changes.
Her pace slows.
Then she abruptly turns back, panic written all over her face.
