CHAPTER 16 | Beau
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It’s taking everything in me not to reach across the Bronco, and kiss her. The only thing holding me back? She drives like a bat out of hell and even though the SUV rolls around like a freaking tank, I’m pretty sure we’d die if we crashed.
I might die if I don’t kiss her though.
Then Holly sneaks a glance at me, smirks, and it shouldn’t be remotely possible, but I go even harder.
I shift in my seat, trying to ease the pressure. This is what happens when you spend entirely too much time fantasizing about your assistant/keeper/pain in your ass, the slightest look turns you into a hormonal fourteen-year-old.
“Is that how you usually celebrate?” she asks me, eyes on the road ahead of us.
“Not precisely.” Holly hits a pothole at 50 mph and we bounce hard as she
