The last thing I expected was for Dane to push me into the car. Luckily for my fast reflexes, I softened my landing with my hands and stopped from landing face first in his seat. The driver’s door opens and I push up and sit back before he slides in. He slams the door and doesn’t even glance my way before turning the car on. He revs the engine and I scramble to put my seat belt on as he peels out of the neighborhood. When we’re on the main highway, I fold my arms and lean back.
“You haven’t given me a very good first impression,” I grumble.
I’m face forward and stare out of the window. I try not to look at him, but my eyes don’t get the memo. They dart to my left and land on his hand as they grip the steering wheel. I swallow as my gaze trails up his forearm. Goddess, he’s muscular, the
