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I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let all these thank yous get to your head,
Blackford.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” He lifted one of his hands from the wheel. And I swore
there was a hint of humor in his voice. “Just wondering if I should enjoy it or
if I should ask if you are okay.”
“That’s a good question, but I don’t think it’s one I can answer.” I
shrugged my shoulders, fighting the snappy comeback rising to my tongue. I
sighed. “Honestly? I am soaked to my bones, and I’m hungry and tired. So,
I’d enjoy it if I were you.”
“That bad of a day?” That tiny pinch of humor was gone.
Sensing the start of another shudder, I burrowed myself in the heated
fabric of the seat. “More like a bad week.”
Aaron hummed in response. It was a deep sound, a little like a rumble.
“This might not surprise you, but I have been close to murdering a few
people this week,” I confessed, taking the truce I had imposed as a green light
for venting to him. “And you are not even at the top of the list.”
A very light and very subdued snort came from him. Truce and all, I
guessed I was allowed to admit that I liked it. It made my lips bend in a
smile.
“I …” He trailed off, considering something. “I don’t know how to take
that either. Should I be offended or grateful?”
“You can be both, Blackford. Plus, there’s time until the day is over. You
can still claim your rightful place as the number one person who awakens my
most murderous side.”
We stopped at a light. Aaron’s head turned slowly, and I was caught off
guard by how light his expression was. His ocean eyes were clear and his
face more relaxed than I’d ever seen it. We stared at each other for two or
three long seconds. Another shiver curled at the nape of my neck.
I blamed the wet clothes.
Without missing a beat and as if he had eyes on the side of his head, he
turned to the road as the light changed to green. “I’ll need directions from this
point on.”
Puzzled by the implications of his request, my head spun in the other
direction. I took in the layout of the wide avenue we were driving through.
“Oh,” I murmured. “We are in Brooklyn.”
I had been so … distracted that I had forgotten about telling Aaron where
I lived. Although he wasn’t too off track. Or at all.