Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

“Jesus.” I whipped my head around, searching the immediate area to see if anyone was close by, and Panther started to laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly worried someone might overhear us.” I looked back and licked my lips. “I’m not worried for me.” “Hmm, but worried for me, huh?” Panther waggled his brows and then unbuckled his belt. “All signs that point to caring.” As he climbed out, I followed suit, grabbing my water and towel and meeting him in front of the car. “Or signs that I’m being cautious, in case it turns out you sustained a serious head wound from your accident and will wake up tomorrow and regret half of the things you’ve said to me.” Panther’s eyes narrowed as he took a step forward until our toes were all but touching. Then he lowered his voice and said in a throb-worthy tone, “The only thing I would regret tomorrow morning was if I woke up and you weren’t there.”