Avoiding Matthew by Caroline Bell Foster
📍A kiss. A promise. A mistake.
📍On Sale May 21
Lacy Dawson would rather spend her days experimenting with brownie recipes and trying on wedding dresses, than go on yet another secret mission to save her country. She needed a way out and found it.
Lacy pressed the gas and the car surged forward. A powerful engine under the guise of a rusty exterior. With one hand she managed to button up three buttons on her shirt, before seeing Matthew in the middle of the road, pointing a gun at her.
No doubt it would be her gun, she thought, pursing her lips.
Frowning deeply and knowing he would move, she kept going. Flooring the gas pedal.
She did up another button.
His hair was shorter than the last time she had seen him, she thought, noticing the burnished red being picked up by her headlights. She went full beam.
He didn’t squint as she thought he would.
She watched as he spread his legs wider, aiming the gun at her head and she narrowed her eyes driving faster. He would move.
Move damn it!
Lacy gasped, skidded out of control for a split second before pulling up the handbrake, gripping the steering wheel and spinning the car in the opposite direction.
Matthew was lying motionless on his side in the middle of the road.
“You idiot!” Lacy yelled frantically, coming to a stop and storming out of the car.
Matthew had hit the hood hard, bumped up the windscreen to slide off the side. He’d frightened the life out of her. She watched as he lifted his head, shook it once then twice, before rolling over and hauling himself up.
She catalogued his slow movements. He’d be sore in the morning, but otherwise, he was okay she thought charitably. Stupid man.
“Matthew?!” Lacy yelled from a safe distance. If Matthew caught her now he would want answers. She wasn’t giving him, or anyone else answers, and that included their mutual employer.
“You hit me!” Matthew charged.
“You shouldn’t have been in the middle of the road!” Lacy shot back.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he wiped his nose with his arm, “do you know that? You could have killed me!”
“Running you over is not the way I plan to kill you.” She answered, noticing his small but gaining steps. She edged to the door.
“Oh yeah,” he smirked, he couldn’t see much of her, what with the headlights trained his way, but he could see enough. She’d buttoned her shirt up wrong and hadn’t got to the top buttons yet. He could see the golden slope of her breasts. Breasts he had held in his hands not half an hour ago. “And how do you plan to kill me?” he asked conversationally.She didn’t answer but was looking down at her phone in her hand before throwing it into the car.
“I’ll tell you another time,” she advised on a laugh. “Duty calls.” She told him, getting into her small car.
Matthew jogged towards her vehicle, but she was already driving off. Matthew watched her go with a smirk and the biggest hard-on he’d had in half an hour.
When she was at a reasonable distance, she stopped.
Matthew waited with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Have a hot shower babe!” she yelled at him on a laugh, before driving off.
Matthew laughed and laughed even harder as he picked her gun from the asphalt. She’d be back for it, he knew.
Until next time sweetheart, he thought with a smirk.