Beneath These Lies by Meghan March Read Free Book Online

all your fuckin’ makeup and perfume. You can’t put that on like your skanky-ass clothes or buy it like your fake tits. You got it or you don’t. And you two, you don’t. So go home. Close your legs. Find some goddamned self-respect.”
    I pressed my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping open. Had I heard him right? First, that was the most words I’d ever heard him speak. Second, he’d straight-out called them on their skankiness, and third, he’d complimented me in a big way.
    His advice had actually been goodadvice. Actually, almost exactly what I would have wanted to tell those girls, in less blunt terms. Who would have thought that would come from Rix? Before now, I would have put my money on him taking them up on their offer. What guy wouldn’t?
    I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wondering if there was more to him than I’d thought.
    The girls’ pale shoulders slumped again, but they didn’t say another word as we walked to my car. Honestly, what could they say?
    “Keys, duchess.” Rix held out the hand that wasn’t laced with mine.
    I jerked my head up to meet his gaze. “What?”
    “Keys. I’m driving.”
    I looked from him to my Tesla. “But it’s my car.”
    “And I’m not the kind of man who lets a woman drive me around.”
    A chunk of the points I’d just awarded him in my brain slid away. “Are you serious? That’s ridiculous.”
    He walked me around to the passenger door before he responded.
    “You ever take tactical driving lessons? You know evasive maneuvers and defensive driving techniques? The kind that keep people safe in fucked-up situations?”
    The question stumped me. “Excuse me?”
    “I’ll take that as a no. Now, give me the keys and get in.”
    Safe . The word echoed in my brain.
    He didn’t even know me, but he was concerned about my safety. And with him, I felt safe, even though he scared the hell out of me. How was that even possible?
    Because he’s already defended you. Rescued you. And he might be a scary motherfucker, but apparently he’s on your side .
    I reached into my purse and pulled out the keys. “Okay. You can drive. Just . . . be nice to my car.”
    The door handles had already popped out when I’d gotten close with the key, and Rix pulled open the passenger side for me. As I climbed in, he said, “Like I’d hurt this car.” With a ghost of a smile, he added, “Been dying to drive it.”
    “What—” He shut the door before I could finish, but when he climbed in the driver’s side, I continued. “How much of your speech was true, and how much was you just wanting to drive because you like my car?”
    Rix’s expression turned serious again. “Every damn thing I’ve said to you is fucking true, but it doesn’t mean you should ever trust me.”
    The man was bluntly honest, and I couldn’t help but respect it. If I had to guess one thing about Rix, I’d be willing to put my money on always knowing where I stood with him, despite his warning. Not that I needed to know where I stood with him, because as soon as I knew Trinity was safe, I’d never see him again.
    After I pointed out a few oddities of driving a Tesla, Rix was cruising along the streets of New Orleans toward Trinity’s grandma’s house. I’d texted her again, but still no answer. She’d better be home, asleep, or I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
    A yawn escaped my mouth, and I quickly reached up a hand to cover it.
    “Long day?” Rix asked, glancing over at me.
    “Aren’t they all?”
    “This shit with your girl’s got you all off-balance.”
    His insightful comment surprised me. “Why do you say that?”
    “Because I can’t imagine you’d run out of the house with paint on your face for any other reason.”
    My hand flew to my cheek, and the crusty dust of paint met my fingers. Well, hell .
    “Didn’t figure you’d be the type to paint your own walls.”
    “I wasn’t painting walls,” I said, instantly wondering why I’d corrected