"Elle."
Jesus. She was going to make herself ill, bending over like that. He pushed the stuff off the seat and then leaned over to undo her seatbelt. Then he slid her across the seat toward him.
He quickly put the middle belt around her.
"Saber, what are you doing? I've got to tidy all of this mess up."
"Look at me."
She continued to ignore him. What the f**k? No one ignored him. Not even Gomez.
"Elle. Look. At. Me."
To ensure that she did and that he didn't start losing his goddamned mind, he reached out and cupped the side of her face, turning her to look up at him.
"All the mess-"
"Stop." He placed his thumb over her mouth and her eyes widened. "You're going to stop talking now and listen to me, baby girl. Understand?"
Her eyes went even wider as he called her baby girl. s**t.
