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“Cade is the panty guy?”
“Beg.” “Pardon me?” “You heard me.” Her lips don’t even twitch. She’s not joking at all. “Beg.” My cheeks heat against my will. My heart thunders in my chest. She’s got me so on my heels it’s not even funny. I can’t allow it to last. But can I suck it up for the sake of making her turn her ass around? Maybe. “Please stay.” She doesn’t react other than to arch an eyebrow. “Don’t leave.”
“I applied for that job.” She sniffs again as she straightens. “Yeah, and my daddy said he’d rather roll around in the manure pile than hire you.”
“The force is just too strong with me in culinary arts. Young Luke has announced that my cooking is superior to yours.”
“Eaton. You grumpy motherfucker. You just laughed,” I blurt. “Yeah, Red. I did.”
“Life lesson, shithead. Careful who you pick a fight with. Someone insane might love them.”
Willa might be a bit of psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.
“Come on, Red. I tried to be a gentleman and respect your wishes, but your wishes are bullshit. I stayed out of here as long as I could, and it drove me crazy to do it. I’m not leaving you sleeping on my bathroom floor.”
“He looks nervous is what he looks like. I told him I could show him some mental exercises I like to do before a game, and he told me to”—his fingers pop up in quotations—“take my soy-boy-woo-woo shit back to the city.”
“I think I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. I think you’re too damn tempting and that I’m too damn complicated. I think you smell like him, and I can’t fucking stand that.”
“The gall. The absolute gall to complain that I smell like the man you shipped me off with, who was nothing but a gentleman. The man who, under different circumstances, I might have had fun with because he’s a fun fucking guy. But instead, I spent all night stewing over you, Cade Eaton. You and your grumpy fucking face, and your stupid broad shoulders, and round Wrangler ass. So . . . fuck you.”
“And double fuck you for being jealous when you have no right. If I smell like him, you smell like bullshit.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”
“No, Willa. I like you. I care about you. I didn’t go without sex for years just to start it back up randomly. I had opportunities, and I turned them down because I wasn’t interested. We don’t need to make a show of it, and with Luke around, we probably
shouldn’t. But I’m interested in you. I don’t know where that leaves us or what it all means. All I know is that it’s going to fucking wreck me when you leave at the end of this summer, but I’m too far gone to care.”
Actually, I think I’m falling for you! Hehehe.
“You’re going to spend as much time as you want at our house,” he says, while thrusting into me slowly. “You’re going to work whatever job you want. Wherever you want. But you’ll always have a place here. A home here. I’ll make you coffee every morning. I’ll leave you all the Post-it notes you want. I’ll cook your dinner every day. I’ll eat your pussy in the hot tub before bed every damn night.”
“Some sort of breeding kink I don’t know about?”
“No. I just asked over and over again why she had a carrot in her purse like a total dolt.”
“Then stop Eeyoring around out here with me, you grumpy dumbass. I’m going to bed. Y’all kids exhaust me.”
