More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Damn.” Brice whistles. “You gonna let an old white man kick your ass, or are you gonna lay hands on your girlfriend’s daddy? Where’s my phone?”
“I’m smarter than him, though, right?” I can’t help but ask. “No, but despite your obvious shortcomings, you somehow annoy me less.” “I’ll take it.” I clink my bottle to his.
“Are you having low self-esteem ‘cause the girl you want don’t want you back and her daddy thinks you’re shit?”
I might not be a bright man, but I ain’t slow.
She sounds hella dismayed. It’s good that my ego is rock solid.
I do. I hang out three more hours at the coffee shop, bored off my ass. The only upside is watching my hot new girlfriend bend over to wipe down tables and get flustered every time our eyes meet. Can’t say I’ve ever been happier. This is gonna work out great. A week from now, Glenna Dobbs is gonna be my woman for real.
He laughs. He has a nice laugh. It’s not thin, not mocking or biting or wry. It’s a full laugh. A free laugh. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll be able to pay our bills just fine.” My stomach does a weird loop de loop. “I’m high maintenance. You can’t afford me.” “You’ve had the same pair of boots since eleventh grade.” How does he know that? “They are very durable boots.” I wish I was wearing them now. Despite feeling no pain, these high heels still pinch like hell.
She pours me a cup in a mug that has a picture of a camera and reads I shoot people. She sets it in front of me a bit too vigorously. Coffee splashes over the rim. I hold it up and point. “Hey, look. Irony.” She glares. “Get it? ‘Cause I got you shot?” She blinks. “Too soon?”
I don’t like this one bit. She’s gonna stop running when Toby Guilfoyle calls. That’s for damn sure.
“Are you threatening me?” “Yeah. I didn’t think I was bein’ subtle.”
“We were in English together for years. You can’t write any better than I can.”
“I am so hard for you right now,” he tosses over his shoulder. Oh. Uh. “Don’t change the subject. I’m right.” The bird caws and swoops, sailing close enough that I can make out the black in its blue coloring. It’s a peregrine falcon. “Tell me I was right, Glenna. Make me even harder.”
“Oh, God. Say my name again, baby.” He wants me. This. As much as I do. More. It feels like magic. Impossible.
But I’m smiling, and as I climb down, my steps are light. I don’t quite understand what’s happening, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
“If I kiss you, we’ll bang, and I gotta nail this thing down first.”
To be brutally honest, the fact Cash can be a massive prick actually turns me on.
“Behave. You wanted to show toxic masculinity out there that you’ve got a real man now. Let me do my job.”
“He was lecturing me.” “Sexy. I see why you were turned on.” I lazily smack his thigh. He grabs the hand and winds our fingers together. “I’m sorry I took advantage of you.” He snorts. “Anytime, baby.” He thinks a moment. “Can I kick his ass?” “No. I can handle him.” “I know you can handle him. I’m asking can I plant my fist in his face? Don’t say no. Think about it.”
I’d sound like a creep who’s obsessed with her, and I’m trying to hide the fact, at least a little.
