Driving Her Crazy by Amy Andrews Page A

dress?’
    ‘Just trying to make a good impression,’ she quipped as she moved past him to the passenger seat, feeling more confident from Kent’s positive reaction.
    Kent blinked again. ‘That ought to do it,’ he muttered under his breath.
    He started up the car and pulled out onto the road. The cab was full of a new fragrance. Gone was the smell of earth, diesel fumes, aged leather and axle grease. It smelled like passionfruit and something headier, something that reminded him of sex, and he doubted he’d ever get the aroma out of the upholstery.
    Out of his head.
    And it irritated him. Largely because he realised he’d spent three whole days not thinking about having sex with Sadie Bliss and now that was all he could think about!
    Somehow, in such a short time, her smart pouty mouth and treacherous curves had managed to get under his skin.
    In his peripheral vision he could see her foot tapping briskly on the floor. Or rather he could see the ripple effects as it vibrated through her thigh and wobbled through her chest.
    A thigh and chest he suddenly wished he knew a hell of a lot better.
    Damn it. Sadie should have flown. She should have insisted. He should have insisted .
    Damn Tabitha Fox to hell!
    ‘You seem nervous,’ he said, because if he had to watch anything more shift on Sadie Bliss he was going to be the one to make it so.
    Sadie jiggled her leg. ‘I am.’
    ‘First big interview?’
    Sadie shook her head. ‘No. I mean yes. It’s my first big interview but that’s not why I’m nervous.’
    ‘Oh?’ Kent continued, pleased to see she’d stopped her infernal jiggling.
    Sadie looked at Kent, his eyes fixed on the road, his beautiful mouth a perfect slash in his perfect profile. She was so nervous she wanted to throw up.
    So nervous she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. The need to share the burden of it all was upon her suddenly like a big black cloud.
    ‘Leo and I used to be lovers.’

SIX
    Kent was so stunned by the admission he didn’t see another massive pothole until they hit it and they both bounced in their seats as the whole cab rattled and shook. He’d suspected from the beginning she knew Pinto somehow and her Leo slip had confirmed it, but never in a million years would he have thought this.
    Sadie glanced at Kent as he drove along without a word. Back to the strong silent type again. Not something she needed right now. She needed someone to give her a pep talk. To tell her that what happened in the past didn’t matter. The clock had been reset and she would be fine.
    God, anything would do, anything at all.
    She just needed him to say something .
    ‘Nothing to say?’ she demanded after his continuing silence stretched her nerves to their limit.
    Kent glanced at her, his brain still grappling with the bombshell. The number of questions he had probably outnumbered the stars in last night’s sky but he wasn’t going to get into this with her.
    He looked back at the road. What she did with her life was her own concern. It was absolutely nothing to do with him.
    He’d known her for three days and it didn’t matter that she was sitting in his car in a dress that oozed sex or that he wanted to pull over and have his way with her because that was never going to happen. They were doing a job together and when it was done they’d probably never see each other again.
    So, she had a thing for older guys. If she wanted to sleep with men twenty years her senior then good luck to her.
    Or to them anyway.
    ‘None of my business,’ he said, trying not to think about the twelve years that separated them.
    Sadie glared at him. Kent’s lack of enquiry drove her nuts. She’d spent the last three days foraging for crumbs from him thinking it was just about his privacy, but maybe it was really that he didn’t give a damn about anyone else?
    ‘That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?’
    Kent shrugged. ‘Who you’ve slept with is nothing to do with me.’
    ‘What, no, isn’t he a