Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I’d forgotten to lock the back doors.
I opened my mouth, getting ready to cry out and lunge for
the door, but then his voice was in my ear.
“Hey, Little Devil,” he whispered.
I gasped, the nickname and his hushed tone registering in
one powerful, overwhelming blow, and I almost sobbed with
happiness.
Are you kidding me?
All of a sudden, he reached forward and took me in his
arms, hauling me into the back seat. I shot my hands behind
me, touching his face—the sharp nose and angular jaw—
grazing the scars on his scalp, and burying my nose in his
neck. Freshly showered. As always.
“Oh, my GGod.” I pressed my forehead into his cheek,
holding him close. “Where have you been?”
He didn’t answer, just held me in his lap, in his arms.
I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling like I was letting out
two years of breath. He was here. He was alive and hadn’t
forgotten about me.
But…
I sat up and turned around, straddling him in the backseat
and grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie.
“You scared the shit out me,” I told him.
“Yeah, I do that.”
Yeah, lots of people liked to do that in this town.
I wanted to be mad, but a laugh escaped, and I couldn’t be
angry. He was here, and he got rid of Miles and Astrid.
Keeping hold of him, I dipped my forehead to his, reveling
in the feel of him.
He took my upper arms in his hands and held me. “What
were you doing with them?” he asked sternly.
I stayed right where I was, our lips an inch away. “You
were the one following them?”