“What are you doin’ here, troublemaker?” “Checking out this hot cashier who works here,” he says, letting his gaze travel over my body. “Don’t tell my girlfriend.” I play along, asking, “Is she a real ball-buster?” “She’d kick my ass.” Bracing my palms on the countertop, I lean in and give him a kiss. “All right, I’ll keep your secret. But only if you don’t tell my boyfriend. He’s fucking crazy.” Carter chuckles against my lips before murmuring, “Damn right he is.”
