“Well. Let’s just get you a Wonder Woman cape, shall we?”
Brynn huffed and began digging in her purse for her keys. “I don’t know why I bother.”
“Bother with what?”
“Talking to you!” she said, shaking her keys in his face. “Just when I think you’re going to be nice, you get me all…”
Will took a small step closer. “Get you all what?”
Brynn swallowed dryly and resisted the urge to take a step backward. He was just inches away, and if she’d been slightly sweaty before, she felt downright hot and bothered now.
“Please step away. Your man-stench is making my hair frizz.”
He didn’t move. “You didn’t finish your sentence. I get you all what? Riled? Panting? Hot?”
“I was going to say ‘nauseated,’” she snapped, starting to move around him.
He moved his body and blocked her way. “I don’t think so, Brynny.”
She sighed and tried to look unperturbed by his presence. “What do you want, Will? Money? You want me to pay you for playing Mr. Handyman?”
Just to piss him off, she started to pull her wallet out of her purse. His expression went stormy, just as she’d known it would.
“Keep your money,” he growled.
“And have you lording this over me? I don’t think so. How much do you want?”
Brynn glanced at her watch and winced. Even with Will’s help, she was probably going to be late. In the time she’d spent arguing with him, she might as well have waited for AAA.
At least she then she wouldn’t be so…oh, damn, he was right. She was riled and hot. And possibly on the verge of panting.
“I’ve gotta go,” she mumbled, tearing her eyes away from his. “Think about whatever ridiculous price you want to put on your little hero-task and let me know.”
Will moved so quickly Brynn didn’t have a chance to react before he’d pressed her against the side of the car, his hands bracketing her waist.