“That’s good. You’d be in a lot of trouble if you didn’t have one and you drove here.”
“With my father?” She guessed he wouldn’t be happy. Vince would likely use it as an excuse to arrest her.
“No, with me.”
Um. Okay.
What sort of trouble would she be in? She bit her lip against questioning him. Because she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to know.
And no, she did not just imagine him putting her over his knee. That was just a fantasy she had . . . something she thought about when she was spending some quality time with Richard.
It was not something that she actually wanted.
Right?
“Come on. I need to get out of here before those people start leaving.”
Oh. Good point. She did not need to see Vince again.
“But . . . my car!” She pointed at it as if that would help him understand what she was trying to say.
“Oh, you’re worried about leaving it here?”
She nodded in relief. He got it.
“Don’t be.” He tugged her toward a sleek looking black car. Was that a Dodge Viper?
Holy. Moly.
She’d always wanted to drive in a Viper. But it really didn’t fit into her lifestyle. Or her budget.
Which was why she had a really sensible station wagon. It wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t cute. It was incredibly boring and ugly if she was honest. But it was reliable, and she could fit a lot in it.
Especially if she put the backseat down.
But yeah, it was no Dodge Viper. She ran her hand down the side of it.
“Hot.”
“You like it?” Matthieu asked.
Maya nodded. Like? Like didn’t even come close.
“Come on. Get in.”
She turned to look at her station wagon. It should be safe here overnight. Theoretically.
But she didn’t trust Vince around anything she owned. And that station wagon was the key to her rescues. And her independence.
Plus, how would she get back here to pick it up? She had work tomorrow.
“Get in, Maya,” Matthieu told her, holding open the passenger side door.
Wow. He held doors open? He really was a gentleman. And she really, really wanted a ride in his car. But . . .
“Hey.” He reached out and placed his hand on the back of her neck again.
Maya closed her eyes, drawing in his warmth, his strength, his security.
