Page 23 of Devious Eyes

Intrigue has me walking straight back to the hood again, stomach braced against it.

“Who are you, Gabby?” She revs again, enough for me to check the pressure against my abs. “I want to know even more now you’re being secretive.”

“I’m the girl you met in the bar. That’s it, Nate. Nothing more.” Is she hell. I watch the way her mouth tightens, tension coming from the same places I hide it. “Are you getting in or not? I wasn’t planning on killing anyone today.”

The last of it brings a smile to my face for some fucking reason. Seems like the woman of my dreams is hiding something she’s not willing to spill. I chuckle at the thought of both dreams and secrecy, and climb up onto the hood, feet walking me over the top of it until I drop down into the seat next to her.

“Not killing anyone today, huh?” She smiles and looks me over, hand crunching the gears into place as she pulls away.

“Not today.”

“You gonna give me anything at all?” She sighs and turns her gaze towards me for a second before turning back to the road to find the next junction. I twist to watch her, damn near infatuated, my elbow braced on the doorframe. “’Cause I’ll get it out of you one way or another eventually.” She frowns again, marring what is normally so damn beautiful. The look of it annoys me, making me check whatever thoughts I’m having back to the holidays I’m aiming for. Calculated fucking is what we’re doing, nothing more. Why romance seems to be hanging around in my mind, confusing itself with deviancy, I don’t know. “It’s what I do, Gabby. My job.”

My life.

Every fucking day.

Only this time it’s becoming fun.