Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(93)

Clarice didn’t know what Hunter’s ailment was, but she sure did notice her own. His face was so close that it made it hard to breathe again. She had to turn and look toward the steering wheel just to avoid her face touching his.

“What’s taking so long?” she asked, squeezing back into the seat farther.

“It’s really tight Avocado. I really need to get this belt looked at.”

After a few more tugs, Hunter got it to work. Then he buckled it around her. But accidently, his nose brushed against her cheek when she turned to the sound of his voice.

Hunter sucked in his breath, just as his lips touched her. Again.

“You, you kissed me again.” Clarice touched her cheek.

“That’s not a kiss. It was an accident,” Hunter said, wanting to caress that soft cheek again, inhaling her sweet orange blossom scent.

“Get off me, then,” Clarice shouted, pushing him away. Then she folded her arms and turned to face the window.

“Fine,” Hunter said, now back in his own seat. “It’s not that spectacular anyway.”

“If it’s not spectacular, then stop kissing me,” she yelled, jerking her head to give him another death glare, which was supposed to make her look scary, but it just had the opposite effect on Hunter.

God, she was so adorable. He wanted his lips on her again. And this time he wanted to make sure it was not an accident. But his big mouth had a mind of its own and just couldn’t help teasing her. So it decided to open of its own accord and speak without his brain even registering what it said.

“It wasn’t intentional anyway,” he said. “The first time was an accident. You bumped into me, remember? At that Cambodian restaurant? The one in Queenstown, I had to shut you up by kissing you because you just wouldn’t stop yelping, and the third time it was an accident. See, unintentional.”

So that was it? She wasn’t someone special enough to receive his kiss.

Clarice, you dork. Why would you even think something would come of it? Here you’ve slept with Anton, but all you constantly do is replay that kiss Hunter bestowed upon you. You even imagined Hunter was the one that had slept with you. You’re really pathetic. How could you feel like this towards this person?

She wasn’t replying to his teasing. Had he gone overboard? If he could take back his words, he would have done so. Maybe he should stop teasing her for a bit. She really didn’t look like she was enjoying it at all.

“Clarice… I…” He wanted to apologize, but he really didn’t know why. He guessed he just didn’t like it when she wasn’t talking or getting mad at him. This was another tension altogether. It looked as if she were really upset with him.

“Clarice… I…” he repeated.

“Just start driving,” Clarice shouted, then turned her face towards her window, avoiding his gaze.

“Okay,” he said passively, then obediently put his car in drive. The car roared to life, and soon they were in the fast line, heading towards Central Auckland.

Hunter stole a few glances at Clarice during the trip. Once or twice, she would look straight ahead and give out directions. For the rest of the time, her eyes were directed out the window, her back facing him.

It was so strange. Maybe she was really upset with him. The Clarice he knew never behaved like this. Maybe she was in pain because of her blistered feet. He came to the only conclusion he could think of. Her face sure looked pale.

That thought sparked his anger, so he started grinding his teeth again. How did she manage to walk thirty minutes with those torture devices on her poor feet? Stupid woman! Who would do that to themselves?