I stop in front of him, adjusting my sunglasses. “I’m not late, and what’s wrong with your face?”
His gaze drops, dragging slowly down the length of my body, causing heat to creep up my cheeks.
“You do realize you’re going to find a job, not brunch at some overpriced rooftop bar, right?”
I tilt my head, letting my lips curve into a smirk. “And?”
His jaw flexes hard and I swear, I see a damn vein pop in his neck.
“And no one in town is gonna hire a high maintenance princess who looks like she just stepped out of a damn Vogue photoshoot.”
I step closer, patting his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment, and, lucky for me, I’m very charming.”
He lets out a low, exasperated breath, closing his eyes, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna last five minutes.”
I lift my chin, every ounce of my fiery attitude rising to the surface. “Watch me, cowboy.”
He mumbles something under his breath before pushing off the truck, opening the passenger door.
Such a gentleman.
“Get in, princess. Let’s get this over with.”
The secondwe pull onto the main road, I pull out my phone and immediately connect it to the truck’s aux, scrolling through my playlist until I find my favorite song, Where You Are by John Summit.
The tempo picks up slowly, buzzing through the speakers with a low, pulsing beat that vibrates through my soul.
“WOOOOO,” I shriek, wiggling in my seat. “THIS IS MY SONG.”
Carter groans so loudly that it nearly drowns out the music.
“Turn it off.”
No way in hell am I turning this banger off. My hand reaches for the nob, turning it the fuck up.
My head is thrown back, eyes closed, as my hands pound the dashboard in front of me.
When the beat builds, I start hyping it up, clapping dramatically.
“HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES?—”
The chorus hits, and I lose my goddamn mind. I’m bouncing in my seat, whipping my hair around, screaming the lyrics.
“I GET THIS FEELIN’, I WANNA BE WHERE YOU AREEEE.”
Carter, meanwhile, looks like he’s in hell.
His fingers grip the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white, his jaw clenched so hard I’m pretty sure he’s about to crack a molar.
“Catalina.”
I ignore him.
“I WANNA BE WHERE YOU ARE.”
“Catalina.”
“I WANNA BE WHERE YOU AREEEEE.”
