“Something you’ll be very sorry about!” I finished, almost sputtering, so annoyed was I.
“Pull over,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Pull over.”
I glared at him for a second, then did as he asked and pulled onto the shoulder. “Look,” I started to say, but got no further. Dixon was out of the car and coming around to my side, holding open the door for me.
“Are you kicking me out of my own car?” I asked, slowly climbing out.
“You have a very odd picture of me if you can declare your love and admiration for me in one breath and then suspect me of trying to get rid of you in the next.” He pulled me forward into an embrace, his arms solid around me and the feel of his body so perfectly right for mine.
He squeezed my butt and gave me a quick peck before pushing me into the passenger seat. “You’re tired
