Page 37 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman (The Bewitching Hour #1)
Stevie pulled into an empty lot and parked the car.
The past month, the line between the living and the dead continued to hold.
Except for seers, of course. At the moment, Sleepy Hollow was in the clear of any potential villains who wanted to tear open the gate, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t someone sketchy out there, be it living or ghost. The council members and Adelia’s servants had all been transformed back to their previous states.
Except for one. Julian. He remained a toad inside of a terrarium as Adelia’s new pet, his gift for helping Levi and Clara.
After centuries of being the Headless Horseman, Kit thought this was his suckiest task to date.
Well, tedious was the word he’d used. Stevie gripped the steering wheel while waggling her eyebrows at him.
No longer did he parade town in his centuries-past attire but usually wore dark jeans and today …
a T-shirt with a graphic of the Headless Horseman on it.
“So, are you ready for your first driving lesson?”
He glanced at her from the passenger seat, an unamused expression on his face. “I’d much rather ride my horse through town.”
Stevie studied Kit’s dark hair, his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the curve of his perfect lips—features that were only a bonus to him previously being the Headless Horseman. “I mean, you can still ride him with your eyes closed. Or you can buy a living horse.”
Smirking, he lifted a brow. “I don’t believe Inferno would be entertained by that notion.”
Stevie bumped her arm into his. “Car it is then. Plus, it’ll be easier to drive to work in this.” Gideon had offered Kit a job at the comic book store in exchange for Stevie to warn him next time if she ever needed to borrow Maxine again.
“Hmph.”
“If you do well, we can go into the backseat after,” she sang.
“There’s plenty of time before we have to go to my parents’ house tonight.
” Thankfully, her mom had remained as strong as an ox with the two hearts a month dose and now doted on Kit after they’d exchanged a couple of once-a-month stories.
“And if I do awful?” Kit trailed a seductive finger across his lower lip, making her want to throw the driving lesson out the window and take him back there that very second.
“Between you and me,” she whispered. “It’ll still happen.”
“So I triumph either way,” he noted, his eyes slitted.
Stevie ticked her finger back and forth. “One of the wins might be a bit more brazen, so I’d suggest trying harder. Now switch seats with me.”
Once they traded spots, Stevie instructed Kit how to drive forward, then in reverse. The car’s movements were jerky at first, resulting in her feeling like she was in a blender.
Besides a pole popping up out of nowhere and her swerving the wheel for him, the rest of the session went fairly well.
“Lesson one is dunzo for the day.” Stevie brushed her hands together and nodded her approval. “I can now reveal our gift!” She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached behind her to grab the small potted plant hidden on the floor beneath a bucket.
“Maxine wasn’t thrilled about the Venus flytraps that didn’t go away, so they’re ours now!” She held the pot up in front of him.
“They’re … charming.” Kit stared at the snapping blue and white heads as if she’d just given him eight little murderers to take care of. He carefully took the pot from her hands and set it on the dashboard. “We can name all eight of them later.”
Before she could start spouting out names right then, he lifted her into his lap, pulling a gasp from her.
Kit twisted a lock of her hair around his finger, his pupils dilated. “And what do I get for performing my task so brilliantly?”
Stevie rolled her eyes. “You nearly hit a pole.”
“But I didn’t.” He tugged on one of her belt loops before roaming his hands down to her backside, drawing her closer against him.
Her breath caught, and she could barely contain herself. “Because I intervened. But I suppose you qualify.”
“First I want to taste you here.” Kit skimmed a digit across her lips and skated it down to her center. “Then here.”
“Wouldn’t that mean I’m getting the win instead of you?” She smiled wide.
He pressed his mouth to hers, parting her lips with his tongue. “Tasting you is a win for me.”
“How about I give you double the prize when you’re finished?”
“It seems we have ourselves a spoken agreement.”
Stevie’s heart threw confetti in the air, and she couldn’t keep the bottle corked any longer, knowing it was about time to tell him how she felt. “I think I love you for that.”
“Think?” He chuckled.
She tilted his chin up and coasted her lips across his. “ Do .”
“I love you, Pumpkin.” Kit’s deep and hypnotic voice slipped out as alluring as ever. He leaned toward her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “Do you know what my unfinished business was?”
“What?” she asked, her voice husky.
“It wasn’t to find my head. It was to be here with you.” He held her gaze, a whirlwind of emotions flickering in his eyes.
Stevie cupped his face and pressed her head to his, breathing in his bewitching scent. “For those words…” She reached for the lever and reclined the seat back, his arms tightening around her waist. “Get ready for the ride.”
“I think I may enjoy cars now,” he said, kissing her until her toes curled.
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