When Lora Hale checked her right side mirror, she caught sight of something that nearly made her slam on the brakes.
In the reflection, Ace Kane was leaning back in the passenger seat, one of her high heels dangling carelessly from his hand. He lifted it toward his face as if he were examining some luxury item—then brought it right up to his nose.
Her nose.
Her shoe.
Her breath tangled in her chest.
This man was sniffing her heel. Right in front of her.
For a split second, Lora’s imagination betrayed her. It felt as if he had taken her bare foot in both hands, lifting it gently, his face close enough that his breath would brush against her toes. Her cheeks started to burn.
And then—
Ace twisted his head away dramatically, pinched his nose, and groaned.
“Yep,” he said, voice full o
