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"You're definitely going somewhere, Noah," I say, grabbing my bag from behind the counter. "Home."
I need a long soak and a glass of wine.
I spin around with my bag, only to bump into Noah. He grabs my shoulders to keep me from tumbling over backward.
"Sorry. I thought you heard me following you."
"No." I scowl up at him. "You move like a freaking ninja."
His smile makes my stomach turn flips again. "My bad." He watches me for a moment, his hands still clamped lightly on my shoulders, and then he shakes his head. "Fucking gorgeous," he growls, leaning down. His lips brush mine in a featherlight kiss that sends shockwaves all the way into my soul.
I think he feels them, too. He groans softly, and then slowly pulls back.
"You kissed me," I blurt, staring at him.
"Mmhmm." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, grins, and strolls toward the door. "See you in the morning, Dimples."
I gape after him, my fingers pressed to my lips and my mind wheeling. I think I'm going to need more than a glass of wine tonight.
Chapter Four
Noah
Sleeping is virtually impossible when an auburn goddess decides to take up residence in your brain. I toss and turn all fucking night, trying to get comfortable with a raging hard-on that refuses to abate. Every damn time he starts to go down, something about her pops into my head, and I'm rock-hard all over again.
I refuse to take care of the situation, though. I'm not getting off again until I'm getting her off. I'm a glutton for punishment, what can I say? Around two-thirty, I hit the gym and try to run off a little sexual frustration before I spend the morning at the shop with her. I'd rather her not shiv me when I toss her sexy ass up on the counter and try to eat her.
Call me crazy, but I don't think we're quite there yet. She may have opened up a little last night, but she still doesn't trust me or my motives. I could cheerfully thrash her brother right now. She's so damn stressed about him trying to meddle that she's not willing to entertain the possibility that I'm not on his side here. I get it. Really, I do. As far as she knows, my loyalty is to him, not her. But I have every intention of changing her mind on that front.
I'm not sure why he wants her back home so badly. Actually, that's not true. He misses the fuck out of her. She's his little sister, and half the United States stretches between them. I'd worry if I were in his shoes. But this is Silver Spoon Falls, home to the richest of the rich in Texas. It's not exactly a crime-riddled city or a den of inequity. She's safer here than she is in Seattle.
At a few minutes after three, I shoot Aspen a text.
Me: Good morning, Dimples.
I don't have to wait long to find out if she's been tossing and turning all night too. Within seconds, three little dots appear, letting me know she's already up.
Dimples: How'd you get my number??
Me: I would tell you but…
Dimples: Nash.
Me: Maybe. Maybe not.
Dimples: I should just start giving his number to random puck bunnies.
I chuckle, dragging a shirt on over my head.
Me: So I'm on the same level as a random puck bunny, huh? Ouch.
Dimples: Oops?
I laugh quietly, shaking my head. Fuck. I love that she doesn't give an inch without being a mean girl about it. She's cheeky and sassy without crossing the line.
Me: I have so many inappropriate comments now…
Dimples: Of course you do. I bet they all involve big sticks too, don't they?
