Blogiversary Excerpt & Audiobook Giveaway: Hit & Run by Freya Barker

“Hey.”

Her eyes grow big in her small face, as she swings around at my voice, and presses her back into that ugly as shit rust bucket she drives. When I approach, her hand comes up and slaps against her chest, right where the skin shows over her V-neck shirt. My eyes are automatically drawn to the dusting of freckles over her generous cleavage. It takes effort to lift my gaze up to meet the fear swimming in hers. She casts a quick glance around the quiet parking lot before finally coming back to me. 

“Yes?” 

Her voice is soft, like her body, and a little breathless. If I wasn’t watching as she tries to disappear into the ratty wood paneling on her piece of shit car, I could’ve sworn she was trying to seduce me with that near-whisper. 

I’m well aware of the intimidating presence I have. I actually work at my dark, forbidding exterior. At just shy of six feet, it’s important to maintain my bulk with exercise. I don’t really smile, generally have little reason, and have what Bree jokingly calls, a resting asshole face. With my mostly black clothes and gravelly voice, I usually capitalize on the badass vibe I give off, but I don’t even know if she’s seen anything. I’m not getting any satisfaction seeing this woman cower in front of me, and scaring her may be premature. 

So I wrestle my face into what I hope is a passable smile and soften my voice.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” I assure her, reaching out and touching her lightly on the shoulder, before quickly pulling my hand back, flexing my fingers.