Razor's Edge (Afflictions) by Racquel Reck Page B

erasing the winter chill in my bones and his Hummer has that new-car smell. How does he have the money to afford something like this? This is not how I envisioned spending my night, but sitting next to him almost makes it worth it. Wish I hadn’t wrecked my front end, though.
    Morgan keeps his concentration locked on driving. Gone is the fear I saw in his eyes when he got out of his car. It’s almost like he cared about what could’ve happened to me. We might not know each other well, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gary panic in a situation like that. Well… only when it came to me not doing something right. It was always my fault when events turned sour. Morgan’s different. He sneaks a peek at me, a slight smile on his face then turns his attention back to the road.
    Busted. A blast of heat fills my cheeks and I can’t help but smile. He caught me staring at him. Awesome.
    I look out the window. Anything to keep my vision from straying to the man I couldn’t get my mind off of earlier. It’s a lost cause. Knowing that he’s sitting just inches away from me, my eyes travel back to him.
    His strong brows are narrowed and he plays with his lip ring. The dead focus he has on getting us to the cabin safe sends a blast of arousal through me. He’s in protection mode, playing hero and protector to our situation. Need to look at something else.
    The snow whirls and dances in the headlights. The wind howls a warning of how deadly it is. It’s so strong it makes the Hummer swerve a little. Morgan’s a great driver and does an excellent job of keeping it on the road. Even given what happened before, I’m not afraid of crashing in this beast.
    "And she swerved." Ben makes a brake screeching sound as he retells our adventure for the fifth time.
    Wiley groans.
    I turn to look at him. "Ben, honey. I know you’re excited, but can we talk about something else?"
    Morgan clicks on his blinker and makes a slow right onto the long road that will take us to the highway. "Hey, Ben you wanna watch a movie?"
    "Yeah!"
    Morgan smiles. " Despicable Me , okay?"
    What is a guy like Morgan doing with a kid’s movie? He didn’t strike me as a guy who had a kid. Does he? Does he have a wife? I look at his hand. No ring or tan line. Girlfriend?
    "I love Despicable Me ." Ben’s bouncing between Wiley and Tryst.
    Wiley sighs, long and full of frustration, and his drumming on the window is getting louder.
    What the hell is his problem? Like a kid about to watch a movie is a big inconvenience to him. I don’t say anything, though. I don’t want to start shit. 
    “Shay, the DVD is in the center console, can you grab it?" Morgan asks.
    I do as he says and pop the DVD in. The movie starts. Everyone’s quiet. Fifteen minutes go by and my eyes get heavy.
    “We’re here,” Morgan says and I snap awake. 
    We’re going down a long driveway and the storm has died down some.
    Wiley groans from the back. “’Bout fucking time.”
    “Hey.” I turn around in my seat to glare at him. “Watch your mouth in front of my son.”
    “Kid’s asleep.”
    “You want me to put you to sleep?” Morgan glances back at him in the rearview. “Show her some respect, man. She’s had a hard night.”
    “We all have.”
    “Boo-hoo.” Tryst’s gravelly voice comes from next to Ben.
    This whole time I completely forgot Tryst was in the car. I hate when he does that crap. Makes you forget he’s there because he goes all stone quiet on you.
    “Whatever.” Wiley looks out the window.
    Some men can’t take being turned down. This guy is a mega jerk, making a pass at me when I’m down on my luck. Maybe going into the story about Gary was the wrong thing to do. Damn my mouth for not wanting to shut up. I should have kept it to “I’m not looking to have fun right now,” but that would have been a lie.
    “Ignore Wiley.” Morgan pulls up to a huge two-story cabin. "He acts like a little bit–" he glances at Ben in the rearview, "baby when things