Page 149 of Beyond the Blue Horizon

Clear? Things had never been sounclearin all my life.

He suddenly took a step back, and I swayed forward as he began to walk backward, hands back in his jacket pockets.

“See you at your place,” he grunted, making itclearhe was showing for that, too.

“I’ll be there in a while.” The words wobbled. “I need to stop by the store.”

The man sent me an arrogant, sexy grin. “Ah, needed that car after all, didn’t you?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Gloating doesn’t look good on you, Theo Mallin.”

His grin only widened. “But you sure do.”

Air hefted from my lungs, and with a low chuckle, he turned away, not giving me time for a rebuttal.

The only thing I could do was watch him stride to his truck that was parked in the spot two ahead of the Volvo, his obscenely beautiful body stalking like a dagger through the peace of the falling snow.

When he disappeared around the side of it, I blew out the strain and forced myself to move around the small SUV.

It was nearly new, a pearlescent white and really freaking nice.

I slipped into the driver’s seat that was a gray, plush leather.

When I noticed the backseat had a bunch of bags sitting on it, I shifted to look at what was inside them.

My heart leapt right back in my throat when I peeked into one.

Christmas decorations.

Plus, there was a deluxe, brand-new car seat strapped into the seat behind me.

Turning back around, I slumped in the seat.

This man really was trying to do me in.

TWENTY-NINE

THEO

I waiteduntil Piper finally put the SUV into gear and eased out onto the road before I did the same, pulling my truck right behind the white SUV that Silas had sold me.

Nah.

It wasn’t a rental, but I was pretty sure Piper would have actually lost her shit had I told her my intention.

Thing was, I didn’t like the idea of her driving her old car again. Didn’t like the idea of her behind the wheel or Nelly in the passenger seat or Finn strapped in the back.

Not after that accident.

Sure, Silas was good.

Butgoodjust wasn’t fuckinggoodenough when it came to them.

I scraped a palm over my face like it might stand the chance of breaking up the thirst the woman incited in me.

Mouth parched with the bare taste I got of her last night.

Had no clue how she had me so fucked up. Hands itching to reach out and take more than I could.