Blood of Zeus (Blood of Zeus #1)

by Meredith Wild

I want to push her on the whiplash response, but my intuition already reins me back. Pressing her to reveal anything more than she wants, especially in the middle of this trail, is going to be an exercise in futility. I’ll have to be sneakier about the whole thing. Smoother. A task completely outside my wheelhouse. That means I’ll have to ask myself the unaskable question. What would Jesse do? Unbelievably, the query becomes my lifeline as I follow her up the rest of the hill. The final part of the trail also proves to be one of its steepest, meaning Kara’s having to show off the flex of her glutes in all their well-honed glory—and those ruthlessly sexy shorts. The only thing that saves me from rocking a full-blown hard-on once we get to the top is focusing on my conjecture of how Jesse would do this. It’s fate’s cruel joke on the pair of us. I’ve got the legs that work but the small-talk game that doesn’t. Jesse’s stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his days but can charm a nun out of her panties. I’m pretty damn sure Kara Valari’s not wearing any panties. Not that charming her out of them would be my intention here.