“You two drive me fuckin’ crazy.” “Not on purpose.” “I know.” Locke tucked my hair behind my ears. “That’s why I let it happen.” Let it. As if he had any more control over this beautiful chaos than I did. But whatever. If he believed that, I wasn’t going to use my words to dissuade him. I kissed him again. Once. On his scarred lip. Then I ducked under his big arms and pointed at the clubhouse. “I need a drink. Next time you kiss Nash, do it like that.”
