The less time in Hatch’s company, the better. “I’m not taking your sorry ass home.” “Sweetheart, my wolf can run and make better time than this squirrelly little car of yours.” She enjoyed the fact his knees poked his chest. “You could have put the seat back.” “Shit.” He reached for the button and sent the seat flying backward as far as it would go. “You’re not the sharpest dog in the pack, are you?” “Goddamn you’ve got a sarcastic mouth.” Tires squealed when she turned in to her space and shifted into park before shutting the car off. Hatch opened the door and jumped out. “I don’t know what the fuck Castle thinks he’s going to do with you.” “I’m not his to do anything with.” She flounced to her door, unlocked it and tried to get in before he jammed a foot in the entrance and slammed it open, knocking Harlow off balance. He grabbed her forearm to stop her from landing on her backside. “All I need is for him to find a bruise on your ass caused by me.”
