A second brief teaser of The Date:
As she climbed in, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath, “Annoying monster truck.”
“What was that?” Emmett asked by the door.
She'd never say it out loud, but the man looked positively sinful in spite of wearing such simple clothes, his hair begging for her to grab, and his smell was a simply divine musk and leather. If she needed any further proof that her decision to go out with him was a mistake than the fact that she was wanting him to kiss her should have driven it home – it didn't.
“Nothing,” she replied.
She situated herself in the seat as he shut the door and came around, opening the door and getting in beside her.
The hour drive to Port Angeles was spent mostly in silence, albeit not an awkward one. Emmett had the radio in his truck on a classic rock channel, but was set at such a low volume it could actually be just about any music, Rosalie was choosing to imagine it was country – the music her father always had the radio turned to whenever they went anywhere outside of Forks.
Once they reached Port Angeles he drove straight to Gordy's Pizza & Pasta. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the place. Her love of this restaurant, or good pizza in general, wasn't something a lot of people knew and she'd never told Emmett about it.
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