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He must be wondering how the hell he ended up in a packed minivan with a weird girl sitting on his lap. A hand curves lightly around my waist, and then his voice is by my ear. His breath tickles my skin. “Sit back properly, Eden,” he says. “It’s safer.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry,”
She sounds like a country bumpkin every time she says gosh
“You told me to wait for you in the lobby,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry it made us late, but I’m not going to let that ruin our day. Are you?” He pulls the door open to the car and doesn’t answer. It’s like he’s back to his asshole ways, and I’m not having it. I’ve got enough of my own shit to handle. “Because if you are, I’d rather not go,” I say. “Thanks, though.”
“So how long has it been?” “Since I had…” “Yes,”
He sure expects a lot for someone who is vague af with his own answers
“Come here,” he says hoarsely and turns toward me fully. An arm around my waist pulls me in closer, and then we’re kissing again.
Of course, he’s good at this. His hand brushes over my cheek and settles in my hair, holding my face still. And if he’s allowed touching, then I am, too, and my hand moves from his neck to his hair. The short strands are thick and slightly roughened by sea and sun, and I twine my fingers through them. My nails accidentally scrape against his scalp. He groans against my mouth, and the sound tightens something in my stomach. “Fuck, Eden,” he murmurs against my lips. The hand on my back tugs me closer. “If I’d known…”
“I kinda berated you for getting the steak when we met, didn’t I?” “Yes,” he says, but it sounds like he’s enjoying the memory. “You did.” “I’m so easygoing.” “You know, that’s the first adjective I’d use to describe you.” “Hmm. And what’s the second?” He drums his fingers against the table for a long couple of beats. “Curious.” I bite the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. “That wasn’t your immediate choice, though.” His eyes meet mine. “No,” he admits. “It wasn’t.” “What’s the real answer?” “I don’t think I’m going to tell you that.” “Keeping secrets, Meyer? From your new wife?” He
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“What would be the worst thing your ex could hear? That you’ve found someone to replace him?” My heart speeds up from the implication. “But…you…why…yes.” He rests his hand next to mine. “Look up. Let her see you.” I take a deep breath. “You mean we pretend…?” “Yes,” he says. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
My hands tighten around his neck, and his breath ghosts across my lips. The waiting is excruciatingly delicious. “This is my favorite part,” I whisper. He pauses, lips an inch from mine. “The seconds right before?” “Yes.”
“It sounds interesting.” “You mean that?” he asks. “Yeah, I do. Even if you never go to court.” “Rarely,” he agrees. “I mean, I definitely have.” “I bet you were the hottest lawyer that day.”
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