“It’s about fucking time,” Tyler growled, his handsome features twisted into something unpleasant. His usual gypsyesque flowing clothing showcased his magnificent body. It was obvious he was in full seduction mode—for someone else. “It was foggy,” she protested. “I couldn’t go very fast.” “Ugh! You actually brought that trash home with you?” Tyler peered into the Subaru. “Does he like girls all of a sudden?” “What if he does?” Out of the car and on her feet, Cassie stared him down. “You don’t seem to. So hey, any port in a storm.” “You have no idea what I like,” he muttered. “I don’t want you to...” His voice trailed off. “Never mind. I’m taking your mother’s car,” he announced, changing the subject. The keys dangled from one hand. “Like hell you are.” Jeremy’s right. Tyler does want it all. He’s had a taste of the high life and now...
