He stopped the car, and her hand came down on the edge of the open window as the bike stopped next to it. She kicked the stand down and killed the engine. Before he could react, her head and shoulders were through the window, spilling into the passenger side.
So much for keeping her out of the car. That sent half a dozen semi-formed plans flying to the wind.
"I had stopped, you know," he said mildly.
She gave another kick and wiggle, and her ample hips came through, too, her tempting backside up in the air.
"Yeah, and you stole my freaking car, too. I don't exactly trust you." She struggled upright.
That did interesting things to her anatomy, too, and Levi didn't bother to hide his admiration as he shifted back into first and pulled out, leaving his motorcycle behind for a second time that day.
He pretended he didn't feel a twinge.
"I really do need the car," he said. "I'm not exactly in the habit of stealing them. In case you were wondering."
"You need another hole in your head," Harper muttered, buckling in with short, angry movements. The belt made her breasts stand out quite nicely under her shirt, too. "Did you steal the bike, too?"
"No. It's mine," he said.
She looked at him narrowly, and he could tell she was trying to decide whether to believe him. "Then why ditch it? And even if you needed to get rid of it, why not just ask for a ride? I would have taken you where you wanted to go."
"I caught that," he said dryly. "But I didn't want you along."
"You wanted to ditch me enough to steal my car? Even though you had the hots for me? Really?" She scraped the red tangle of hair out of her face with a disgusted look, then rummaged at her feet, retrieving a bright pink purse. She pulled it open and dug around in it for a moment before coming up with a wide paddle brush with which she battled her hair.
"I didn't say I had the hots for you," Levi said mildly.
Harper snorted. "Since when has a guy ever had to say anything?"
"I'll give you that one," he granted. "I didn't want you along because it's dangerous."
"More dangerous than stealing my car from me?" Her look was a challenge.
God, but she had a kissable mouth, full and expressive and, right now, still quite angry with him. Anger looked good on her.
He knew better than to tell her that, though.
"Yeah, I stopped because I'm nice. Or maybe because I'm stupid," he said. "I didn't stop because I thought you were dangerous."