barrage of questions could have meant he was interested in knowing the answers or he was filling time until they got to the club. Remy decided she was going to believe the former.
“I’ve never been friends with a cop before. Or an ex-cop. It doesn’t bother me. It’s just new.” Her gaze caught the landscape blurring past her window. “A lot of stuff is new.”
“I know the feeling.” Signaling, he switched lanes. A large sign proclaimed the Wilshire exit was only one mile away. “Look, Remy, are you sure you want to do this?”
Her answer came without pause. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to. That goes double for people. If I wasn’t interested in you, I would’ve sallied off long before you rolled out of bed this morning.”
“I didn’t mean…” He stopped to consider something for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll take your word for it.” He exited the freeway and pulled to the red light at the foot of the ramp. “Traffic permitting, we’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
He was changing the subject. The problem with that was she wasn’t done with the old one.
“Listen to me.” Unbuckling her seat belt, Remy slid across until her thigh was pressed to his, startling his attention away from the stalled traffic in front of them. “I don’t trust easy. If there’s one lesson I’ve learned in life, it’s people always find a way to stab you in the back. I didn’t have to do this tonight. I could’ve stayed at the apartment, waited for you to get home, then jumped your bones when you got in. Hell, that would’ve been smarter. But I heard you and your friend talking, and the only thing I knew was…” She had to lick her lips; her mouth was dry. “You didn’t have to help me last night. But you did. No way am I going to turn my back on that now.” She couldn’t. Even if she wanted to.
The light turned, flashing green across his face. He rolled through the intersection before stopping again behind a long train of cars. When he turned his intense gaze upon her, she held her breath in anticipation of what he would say. But Nathan surprised her. Again. Instead of speaking, he dipped his head and kissed her. His lips touched hers so briefly she barely had a chance to respond.
It left her floundering in the wake of her roaring nerves to try and understand.
Carefully, she scooted back to her side of the car. She couldn’t read him. She wasn’t sure she had ever met a man as unfathomable as Nathan Pierce before in her life. But she did know one thing.
She hadn’t been this excited about someone new in…ever. Maybe the fresh start offered by this escape back in time could mean sticking around L.A. for longer than she had angled for. It might even mean having the luxury of discovering what made Nathan tick and seeing where that information led her. It was risky to want it so bad, but then again, her whole life was a risk.
The traffic didn’t thin as they crawled through each intersection, and ten minutes stretched to twenty. Remy was about to say something—anything—to break the silence, when Nathan made a sharp right turn without warning. The side street was crowded with pedestrians, and she couldn’t believe the way they swarmed down the middle of the road without thought or consideration for the oncoming traffic. Nathan just pushed the Mustang through, until they reached the end of the block and the small parking lot.
“We’re here.” He put the car in park and killed the engine. Glancing at his watch, he added, “Tian might be finishing up with his meeting by the time you get inside.”
Remy nodded as she watched everyone stream in and out of the club area. There was laughter and drunken stumbling. One girl held another girl’s hair back as she got sick in the gutter. Remy smiled. In spite of the chaos, some things never changed.
“Give me half an hour.” Her eyes twinkled as she pushed open the door. “If I’m not back by then, send in a search party. Just
“I’ve never been friends with a cop before. Or an ex-cop. It doesn’t bother me. It’s just new.” Her gaze caught the landscape blurring past her window. “A lot of stuff is new.”
“I know the feeling.” Signaling, he switched lanes. A large sign proclaimed the Wilshire exit was only one mile away. “Look, Remy, are you sure you want to do this?”
Her answer came without pause. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to. That goes double for people. If I wasn’t interested in you, I would’ve sallied off long before you rolled out of bed this morning.”
“I didn’t mean…” He stopped to consider something for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll take your word for it.” He exited the freeway and pulled to the red light at the foot of the ramp. “Traffic permitting, we’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
He was changing the subject. The problem with that was she wasn’t done with the old one.
“Listen to me.” Unbuckling her seat belt, Remy slid across until her thigh was pressed to his, startling his attention away from the stalled traffic in front of them. “I don’t trust easy. If there’s one lesson I’ve learned in life, it’s people always find a way to stab you in the back. I didn’t have to do this tonight. I could’ve stayed at the apartment, waited for you to get home, then jumped your bones when you got in. Hell, that would’ve been smarter. But I heard you and your friend talking, and the only thing I knew was…” She had to lick her lips; her mouth was dry. “You didn’t have to help me last night. But you did. No way am I going to turn my back on that now.” She couldn’t. Even if she wanted to.
The light turned, flashing green across his face. He rolled through the intersection before stopping again behind a long train of cars. When he turned his intense gaze upon her, she held her breath in anticipation of what he would say. But Nathan surprised her. Again. Instead of speaking, he dipped his head and kissed her. His lips touched hers so briefly she barely had a chance to respond.
It left her floundering in the wake of her roaring nerves to try and understand.
Carefully, she scooted back to her side of the car. She couldn’t read him. She wasn’t sure she had ever met a man as unfathomable as Nathan Pierce before in her life. But she did know one thing.
She hadn’t been this excited about someone new in…ever. Maybe the fresh start offered by this escape back in time could mean sticking around L.A. for longer than she had angled for. It might even mean having the luxury of discovering what made Nathan tick and seeing where that information led her. It was risky to want it so bad, but then again, her whole life was a risk.
The traffic didn’t thin as they crawled through each intersection, and ten minutes stretched to twenty. Remy was about to say something—anything—to break the silence, when Nathan made a sharp right turn without warning. The side street was crowded with pedestrians, and she couldn’t believe the way they swarmed down the middle of the road without thought or consideration for the oncoming traffic. Nathan just pushed the Mustang through, until they reached the end of the block and the small parking lot.
“We’re here.” He put the car in park and killed the engine. Glancing at his watch, he added, “Tian might be finishing up with his meeting by the time you get inside.”
Remy nodded as she watched everyone stream in and out of the club area. There was laughter and drunken stumbling. One girl held another girl’s hair back as she got sick in the gutter. Remy smiled. In spite of the chaos, some things never changed.
“Give me half an hour.” Her eyes twinkled as she pushed open the door. “If I’m not back by then, send in a search party. Just
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