Twelve
We pulled up to my house doing the speed limit. We parked on the street and Eagle stepped out of the car. Before I got my seatbelt off, he’d opened the passenger side door.
“I can open my own door,” I said.
He shrugged. “Blame my mother. She’s a feminist, but she screwed up and raised a gentleman.”
I ignored his offered hand and stepped out of his car on my own. Eagle chuckled as he shut the door. He fell in step beside me and we rounded my car. There was another citation on the window. I cursed. So did Eagle.
“Accident?” he asked.
“No,” I sighed. “Purposeful.”
“It looks like you ran into another car.”
“Yup.”
He doubled over with laughter. When he straightened he said, “I really, really like you, Cleo.”
His eyes roamed my body and I heated. I was going to have to destroy t
