He sighed inwardly. He was pining away for a woman who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. And sadly, it was his own fault. He could kick himself in the ass for ruining things with her, but that wouldn’t make him feel any better about it. So, as a man resigned to his own fate, he instead would do the one thing he really didn’t want to do. He would wish her the best and let her go.

Brett cleared his throat. “Look, I don’t know how long you’ve been seeing this new guy, but if he’s the one who makes you happy, then I wish you both all the best. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

A look of confusion warped her shocked face, and she shook her head at him. “I…uh, don’t know what to say. I thought—”

“You don’t have to say anything back, Sid. I just wanted you to know that I want the best for you. Always.” He glanced at the windshield. “The rain stopped. You better get inside before it starts up again.”

“Um, okay,” she said, blinking at him.

“Good night, Sid.”

When Brett leaned over the arm rest to give her a peck on the cheek, Sidney turned her face up to his and kissed him directly on the mouth. The gesture was so unexpected that it froze him in place. Her lips were touching his, but he was so stunned by it that all he could do was sit there like a damn corpse. What the hell was wrong with him?

The moment Sidney didn’t get a favorable response, she pulled away and mumbled an awkward apology. He could tell how embarrassed she was that he hadn’t kissed her back, but before he could explain himself, she reached for the door handle so she could escape the humiliation she felt.

But he wasn’t about to let that happen. Not after she’d kissed him.

Brett reached for her and pulled her back to him before ratcheting her up in his arms and covering her mouth with his. Her lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment by thrusting his tongue inside and deepening the kiss. God, he’d missed this. The taste of her lips. The scent of her skin. The feel of her soft, curvy body pressing against his. Lord help him, he couldn’t get enough of her.

And apparently, she felt the same way.

Her tongue rolled against his with a hunger he hadn’t felt before, and her insistent hands roamed over him with a passionate fury. If it hadn’t been for the middle console keeping them apart from the waist down, he was pretty damn sure she would’ve already straddled him.

“God, I want you,” she whispered, nipping at his bottom lip as she pulled at his belt to undo it.

Stupid fucking console.