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His fingers lingered against her cheek. Her skin was silky soft. So delicate. “If he’d punched you, I would have killed him.”
Her eyes widened.
Whoops. Had he just said that part out loud? He needed to dial back the rage, but that was hard. Because this was Courtney.
“I didn’t expect you to be a white knight.” Her voice was low. Husky. He thought Courtney pretty much had the sexiest voice in the world. Sometimes, when they were in court…
He cleared his throat and dropped his hand. She’d called him a white knight. She was way wrong on that score. “I wanted to beat the shit out of him.”
Her lips—plump, red—curved just a bit. “You did.” Her fingers reached for his. Courtney winced as she caught his hand and lifted it up. “Your knuckles are already bruising.”
When she touched him, his body reacted. Every muscle tensed, and he wanted her. Typical Courtney McKenna response. He was usually in hyper drive where she was concerned. Not that she ever seemed to notice.
Her fingertips slid over his knuckles. “I’m glad you were there.”
He raised a brow. “Careful, or I’ll think you actually like me.”
Her hand immediately jerked back from his. Shit, he’d said the wrong thing. For a guy who was normally so smooth with the ladies, he sucked when he was one-on-one with Courtney.
“I, um, I should get home.”
His eyes narrowed. “I thought you had a date.”
“Canceled.” Her dark gaze darted around the garage. “So I need to head home, climb into a shower, and forget this mess.”
He would not think of Courtney in the shower. If she wanted a white knight, he’d give her one. For the night, anyway. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Her breath expelled in a long rush. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I want to. Look, if I don’t see you home safely, I’ll worry about you all night. I won’t be able to sleep. I’ll just be thinking about you.” Like he hadn’t spent other nights doing the same thing. “Save me some misery and let me tail you, okay?”
The ghost of a smile slid across her lips. “Thank you.”
His chest burned. He didn’t want her gratitude. “It’s what any friend would do for another.”
He headed for her car. She still had her keys—keys that had proven to be a very fine weapon. She unlocked her ride with a press on the key fob, and Ben opened the door for her. But Courtney didn’t slide inside. Instead, she paused, tilted back her head, and stared up at him. “I didn’t think we were friends.”
SPOILER ALERT…They aren’t friends. 😉 If you want, you can check out the first chapter of BEFORE BEN on my website right now.
