Bent knocked softly on the passenger door of Sarah’s Jeep. Reluctantly, she rolled down the window. “Who’s the spy now?” he said. His eyes were back to that creamy milk chocolate. The corners of his mouth stretched into a teasing smirk.Sarah shifted uneasily in her seat. She couldn’t believe he’d caught her. “What makes you so sure I was spying?” she asked. As if that would throw him off. Nope!He leaned against the base of the window, fidgeting his hands on the door. Her heart did a funny flip as she tried not to stare directly at his adorable, chiseled face. “By the way, what you did for that girl was really kind,” she blurted.He grinned wickedly. “Spy.” He tugged open the Jeep’s door and climbed onto the seat. He shut the door firmly behind him. Sarah forgot to breathe. All she could do was sit and gape at him. “I need a ride,” he said. He angled the passenger chair backwards, snapping his seatbelt into place, tucked his arms behind the headrest. Sarah frowned. “The guy with more sports cars than anyone else on this planet needs a ride?” Bent shifted in his chair. He gestured to the parking lot in front of them. “Do you see my car anywhere?” Sarah groaned. She scanned the parking lot. Sure enough, his car was definitely missing. “Okay. Fine. Where’s your car?” He tucked his soccer bag under his feet. “My car drove off and left me.” Sarah wanted to burst out laughing. What he’d said sounded so ridiculous. “Look, I get that you have gazillionaire automotive technology. But I can’t believe your car would leave you stranded.” She crossed her arms. Bent sighed. “Yeah, well, it happens now and then. Bad Boy Bent has an attitude. He probably saw some cute convertible and went after it.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Okay. So what did you do before when you didn’t have a car?” He turned the full intensity of his bright white smile on her. His massive shoulders seemed cramped in the small seat. As if his huge frame barely fit inside her Jeep. “That’s what my helicopter is for,” he said, as if that was the most apparent answer. Sarah wouldn’t give up. For some reason, she was in a bratty mood. It probably had something to do with seeing him kissing Elly. She hated to witness that. “Why don’t you call for your helicopter? Unless, of course, he flew off after some sexy plane.”Bent chuckled. He gave the side of the door a soft pat with his fist. “Will you please stop talking and just drive? You sound like a girl.” Sarah started the Jeep. “Well, thanks. Didn’t realize that wasn’t obvious,” she said. Bent laughed again. He tried to loosen the seatbelt across his shoulder. It looked really tight on him. “I’m sure Elly or one of the guys on your soccer team would’ve driven you,” she said.Bent took awhile to respond. “I wanted to go with you.”She mentally pocketed that statement to think about later. She drove out of the parking lot and headed for the main road. She wished Bent would play music. She needed to drown out the chaos of voices that were screaming inside her head.The boy with the beautiful name is in your Jeep. HE’S SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AND HE SMELLS LIKE CINNAMON AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE. OMG CONCENTRATE!!!