“What?” I laugh. “You’re not going to hit her with your truck. That will probably only piss her off.” Plus, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if Sally got hurt or killed because of me.
“Probably not, but did it make you feel better that I wouldn’t leave you out there to die?”
“Strangely no. I hate to be a broken record, but can you take me home?”
He lightly chuckles. “Let’s get you home before you file kidnapping charges. Although, if I keep you long enough, maybe you’ll get Stockholm Syndrome and start to like me.”
“How about I promise to like you more once I’m home and in my own bed?”
Chance’s eyes flare. “Is that an invitation to join you in your bed?”