Christmas in Coconut Creek (Dirty Delta, #1)

by Karissa Kinword

“You could have warned me that she looked like that,” I said to Mateo. “Did you know she looked like that?” “If you think I’ve noticed anyone except that girl in the bathroom for the last twelve months, you must not be paying attention.” “This changes things,” I decided thoughtfully. “This changes nothing,” Mateo quickly added. “In fact, this makes her more off-limits, Pike. I can’t have you fucking up so bad that Tally’s best friend hates you. I’m trying to keep this one.” I felt for Cap in that moment about as much as an amputee felt a lost limb. I wasn’t going to make her hate me, that was ridiculous. If anything, I’d do the opposite. Ophelia and I had an undeniable chemistry that, while grounded in sexual innuendo and competitive banter, was the most natural thing I’d felt with a woman in years. “Your relationship is safe,” I assured Mateo. “It’s not like I can steer clear of her now. Unless you’re telling me you’re not gonna see Tally for three weeks?”