She sighed and pushed away from the door. "You should trust me."
"And why's that? Because you shot me?"
"So you admit it now." Harper put a hand on her hip.
"Mmm," he said noncommittally, swinging open the door. "Why don't you stay out of the car while I have my chat?"
"Maybe I'm tired. Maybe I want to sit," she said.
"More like you want a chance to hotwire this car, too," he said. "Stay out of the car. I mean it."
Damn. Was he a freaking psychic, or was she just that obvious? She sighed and walked to the front of the car, where she braced her legs to perch with her rear on the bumper.
"Happy now?" She looked back over her shoulder at him.
He flashed her that smile again, the one that made her heart skip a beat. "Sure."
Levi went into the shadows of the barn. Harper strained her eyes as he slipped into the tangle of old furniture, disappearing into the darkness. She shifted against the bumper, considering whether he could see her.
Yeah, probably.
Hot biker dude had taken her along for a ride, after all, even if it was in her own car. And, well, after that kiss, things just might get even more interesting. So looking at it from one perspective, she'd gotten what she'd wanted and more. Just not quite in the way she'd been expecting.
Harper began to suspect that nothing about him would be.