Free Resist Me (Change Me Book One - standalone): McCoy Raven Boys by A.O. Peart Page B

Lisbeth. Lisbeth Anderson.”

Chapter Ten

    ETHAN  

    I thought her real name must have been something else, not Gloria Glass, since she was protected under the FBI program already. But I’ve already got used to calling her Gloria, although I only met her a few hours earlier. Lisbeth was a cool name. I didn’t think I’ve ever met a woman named that.  
    “So where are you from really?” I asked.  
    “Florida. Tampa Bay originally. But my family came from Sweden. I don’t remember any of them though. They all died when I was just three years old.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that.” I really was. I couldn’t imagine being all alone in the world, even though my own family drove me crazy most of the time. But my parents, brothers, cousins, Grandma Ruth and everyone else were there for one another, no matter what. That’s how our family has always been—one for all and all for one. I’ve probably taken it for granted more than I’ve ever realized. We all have.  
    Lisbeth became quiet, staring straight at the road ahead of us. I’ve been stealing little glances at her when she wasn’t looking. She was a gorgeous woman, with high cheekbones and a small, straight nose. She was slim but curvy in all the right places. My eyes kept going to her lips, especially when she licked them. Crap, I was in so much trouble. How could I steer clear of her and be on high alert at the same time? I had to, no matter what. After all, self-control was a big part of both my job and my personality.  
    I slowed the truck and took the exit on the right. A sign on the side of the freeway indicated some restaurant choices. I wouldn’t opt for a place to sit down and order, since we were kinda on the run. But there was a fast food Mexican joint, which I hoped had a drive through option.  
    “The grocery store?” Lisbeth said through the mouthful of chips.  
    “No, we still have a while. But I want to grab something else to eat. We’re both hungry.”
    I found the restaurant close to the exit. It didn’t look like much, but maybe the food wouldn’t kill us.  
    I expected Lisbeth to refuse to eat anything that came from there, but to my surprise she exclaimed excitedly, “Oh, I want a mega burrito, with a lot of shredded lettuce and chicken. Yum!”
    A woman who got excited about eating a greasy burrito was not among those I knew. So Lisbeth just scored with me really high. I chuckled to myself.  
    There wasn’t a drive through. I ran inside, keeping my eye on Lisbeth. I asked her to stay quietly in the truck. The burritos arrived very quickly. I got two extra-large Cokes, bunch of napkins, and a handful of hot sauce packets with the order, all stuffed neatly in two brown paper bags.  
    Lisbeth straighten out as soon as I approached the truck. She leaned across my seat and opened the driver side door for me. I placed the bags on the seat and then passed one of them to her together with the Coke and a very long straw. She took it swiftly and held my food out of the way, so I could get in. That earned her even more points.  
    I was impressed once more and started to think that all the women I’ve taken on dates were selfish, since I couldn’t remember just one going out of her way to help out, even with the smallest stuff. It was as if each of them expected to be always waited on and carried for. I did that nevertheless, maybe just to humor myself. It never mattered anyway, because there rarely was a second date. I wasn’t interested in relationships. All I wanted was hot, sweaty sex, and then moving to the next girl.  
    Lisbeth sank her teeth in the burrito and made a satisfying sound. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows, and, swallowing quickly, said, “Oh, man, this is heaven. So good.” She took a long pull of her Coke and sighed. “I haven’t had a burrito in so long.”
    “Glad you’re enjoying it.” I smiled.  
    “Oh, wait.” She set down her food in a nest of napkins placed between her tights and licked