Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) by Bella Love-Wins Read Free Book Online

already on their way here. Given the mental state she’d just put me in by sneaking off with my car like that, I was pretty sure I’d end up getting arrested if Jo said another word.
    She was in the front passenger seat by the time I got back. Certain that if I said anything more I’d end up shouting my lungs out, I silently started the car and drove off.
    “I’m sorry—”
    “Not another word.” I said calmly, cutting her off.
    Inside, I wasn’t calm at all. I was agitated as fuck. If I didn’t have a sister of my own, I’d have unpacked her shit back there in the middle of the gas station lane and driven off. So I wasn’t up for her making a sound. Not until I talked myself out of it. She had to have gotten a clue about where my head was at, because she folded up a blazer she’d probably pulled out of her suitcase when she went joyriding with my car—my universe. She rested it on the door beside her and leaned her head on it, closing her eyes.
    At this point I was ready to drive all night and all day to make it to Baton Rouge and to get her the hell out of my life.

7
    Josephine
    I woke up when Chris stopped the car for gas again. I had really gone and done it when I took his car as a joke, but I honestly didn’t think he would have gotten this upset. When he’d said he didn’t want to hear another word from me, I chose not to push my luck. He’d gotten a look in eyes that told me in no uncertain terms that I’d overstayed my welcome, and as I really didn’t want to be stuck in the same predicament as when we were back at my beat up Chevy-Ford, I simmered down and used the time to sleep it off.
    He came around to my side of the car after he paid and opened my door. I was almost scared to ask him what time it was and where we were. I wasn’t about to say a word, actually.
    “We’re in Beaumont. Restrooms are over that way, but if you can hold it, I’ll stop at that motel across the street.” I looked at him, confused. “Look I’ve been driving for ten hours straight and I’m tired as hell. I’ll just rest for a few hours and we can get back on the road again.”
    I nodded and pulled out my phone. It was almost two in the morning. By my estimation it was only another three hours to Baton Rouge. It didn’t make sense to stop at a hotel. I was going to offer to drive the rest of the way as I was well rested. Ten hours of sleep tends to do that for a person.
    “Before you say anything the answer is no. You’re not driving my car. You lost that privilege when you took it without permission.”
    I opened my mouth to tell him it was just a joke, but he shushed me.
    “And don’t get all testy that we’re getting a room with only a three-hour drive left. I know my limits and I’m goddamned tuckered out. I’m too tall to be comfortable sleeping in the car. Plus it’s my car and my rules. So what’ll it be, restroom or motel bathroom?”
    “Motel,” I finally said after narrowing my eyes and glaring at him for a few seconds.
    Putting things in perspective, we were more than seventy-five percent of the way to my destination and I had barely moved a muscle. He didn’t ask me to put money towards gas and I didn’t wear my eyes out driving. The bottom line was he really did do me a big favor, and I was grateful, even if I probably wouldn’t ever tell him that in so many words. I got in the car. Mr. White Knight shut my door and got back in on his side.
    Starting the car, he drove off and was in the motel parking lot less than a minute later. He paid for the room, drove up to the door, and started unpacking my stuff. Now I was the one panicking.
    “What are you doing? Are you planning on leaving me here as soon as I fall asleep or something?”
    He pulled out my two suitcases, threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and looked at me. “I should, but I won’t.”
    “So why are you unpacking my shit?”
    “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”
    “Stop trying to be funny.”
    “I’m not.