Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell, #2)

by Juliette Cross

“Apology accepted. And now our business is at an end. I doubt we’ll have any reason to see each other, so I wish you well.” And I honestly did. Even cocky bastards like him needed well-wishing from time to time. “I still have to return your bike.” His discerning and unsettling gaze swept over my face. “Not a problem. Just prop it under the garage.” No need for interaction of any kind. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around the neighborhood.” “Not likely.” I rocked on my heels, waiting for him to excuse himself and leave. I wasn’t going to be that rude and kick him out. But I was eyeing the greenhouse and thinking of bolting to my hiding space if he lingered much longer. He eased forward in that vampire way of his, sidling closer without being seen doing so. He tugged on a strand of my hair that dangled against my arm, then let go just as quickly. I frowned and stepped back, definitely ready to escape to my greenhouse. But by then he was turning away, muttering under his breath, “We’ll see.”