Lure (A Hitman's Bait 1) - Page 39

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Liamhadn’tbeenexaggerating. Kit couldn’t drive to save his life.

“Watch out for that—” I grabbed the handle. “—garbage bin.” He not only hit the bin but also ran into a tree right after. The car ground to a halt, and I held on to the dashboard, bracing myself for the airbags to deploy.

They didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Kit whispered. “I can do better. Just let me—”

“No, stop!” He froze. “Don’t move another muscle. I’m going to get out of the car, and we’re going to change positions, and you’re going to sit on your hands and simply watch like a good little kitten.”

“Oh, my.” He flushed, and I cursed under my breath as I opened the car door. I shouldn’t have made that kitten statement. But could you blame me? That damn sweet kitty ears headband he had on had been taunting me all day. Maybe they were snapped on too tight, and that was the reason he couldn’t comprehend the instructions I’d given him.

I opened his door and gave him a gentle swat. “Scoot over into the passenger’s seat.”

“And just when I was getting the hang of it.” He sulked, but he climbed over the console, his trim ass right in my face. The catsuit he wore was so tight there was little left to the imagination save the material to split right down the middle to show off what silky underwear he was wearing today. From the lack of panty lines, it had to be a thong.

I shook my head and glanced away. Kit’s underwear was the least of my worries. He needed to be able to drive a getaway car in case Liam had to handle other aspects of the business and couldn’t chauffeur us. It was only a matter of time before something happened, and he would have to take the driver’s seat.

“You call running into this tree ‘getting the hang’ of it?” I asked, buckling my seat belt.

“You shouted and frightened me. If you hadn’t, I would’ve just hit the can, so technically it's your fault.”

I grunted and didn’t respond. How the hell would he ever learn to assume responsibility for his actions? Everything that went wrong was always somebody’s fault. The car groaned in protest as I backed up out of the tree, and I winced. Thankfully, after the last debacle behind the wheel with Liam, I’d had the good sense of getting an old car for him to practice with.

“Why are you horrible at this?” I asked him. “What’s going on in your mind when you’re behind the wheel?”

“That it’s better to hit the mailbox and the garbage cans instead of people or animals.”

“Have you ever considered you don’t have to hit anything at all?”

“Hmm.”

Was he seriously thinking about that?

“Can we just shelve this as one of those things I’m never going to be good at?”

“It’s a basic skill to have, Bait.”

“Gah, I stink. Can we just drop it already?”

He crossed his arms and glared straight ahead. With a sigh, I left him alone. For now. Eventually, we had to get back to this topic. Something wasn’t right about his inability to drive. He was always relaxed, but as soon as he sat behind the wheel, his posture turned stiff, and he seemed to overcompensate for everything.

“When will you have more work for me?” he asked, loosening his arms. “It’s been two weeks now since the dinner party.”

I glanced sideways. “Well, look at you, enjoying the mystery life.”

“It’s at least something to do.” He shrugged. “I have nothing to do unless you and Liam stop by to teach me something new and useful for the job. And you haven’t for two whole days.”

I’d had to make myself stay away too. Being around him was way too easy. He was so down to earth and sweet that his presence invited me to spend every waking moment with him. But he wasn’t my friend. He was a business associate. He was here to make my job easier.

“I was busy,” I lied.

“Doing what?”

“Stuff.”

He settled his hands into his lap. “You know, if you’re spending time with your girlfriend, you can just say that, and I’ll leave you alone.”

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