Thea
"A date?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest and stared up at the towering, impossibly smug man standing in front of the hospital doors.
Miles shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans, looking entirely too comfortable under the harsh glow of the streetlights. His signature playboy smirk was out in full force, carving deep, attractive lines into his cheeks.
"That's right, grease monkey." He purred and the low rumble of his voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. "One day. You and me. Consider your debt paid in full."
My immediate instinct was to laugh in his face, tell him to go to hell and walk away.
But as I looked at him, the anger and disdain I had felt for him just a few hours ago cracked a bit. I couldn't unsee the way he had launched himself into
