Page 68 of Daddy's Soul


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That was all he said. And he expected her to just come? She stood there, staring at his back.

“Do not test me, Faith.”

Yeah. He was out of control.

And so was her reaction to him. Because there was no way the idea of pushing him intrigued her.

Right?

Urgh, you’re in trouble here, Faith.

“Faith,” he said warningly.

Why didn’t she like him calling her by her first name?

Right, because it felt like a scolding.

She ran after him, nearly tripping up over her own feet. He turned and frowned. “Slow down.”

Sheesh.

He’d told her to come and now he was telling her to slow down. What did he want?

When she grew closer, he wrapped his hand around hers. His hold was surprisingly gentle, but she felt like it was burning her skin as he led her to his car.

It was black. No surprises there, since it was the color of his soul.

It was also sleek and stylish. She’d bet it cost more than her debts combined.

“I can’t decide whether or not to be jealous of the way you look at my car.”

“What?” She startled and glanced over at him.

“You’re looking at it like you want to devour it.”

Faith could feel herself growing red. She moved toward the passenger door, but before she could reach it, he was there, pulling the door open for her.

Okay. That was very gentlemanly. She’d never had someone open a car door for her.

She climbed in and he bent down after her. What was he doing?

To her shock, Reuben grabbed her seatbelt and drew it over her, his arm brushing against her tight nipples.

Then he shut her door.

Did he . . . did he really just do up her seatbelt?

As he walked around to the driver’s side, she glanced around. This car screamed expensive. Everything was gleaming, and the seats felt like real leather.

Of course, they’re leather, you idiot.

After he got in, he started his car and pulled out of the underground parking lot.

“What’s your address?”

She gave it to him and he nodded. They drove in silence. Leaning back against her seat, she watched the city out the window. It amazed her how even at one-thirty in the morning, the city still felt so alive.

A yawn took her by surprise, and she realized how cozy she felt. Warm and snug.

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