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“Why is your sister shooting a death ray in our direction?”
She looked over her shoulder at Maeve waiting at the open door with a shawl around her shoulders. She looked like a witch about to cast a spell; in fact, he could’ve sworn he saw her lips moving, reciting an incantation.
“Oh dear.”
“I’m guessing she hates me.”
“It’s not personal. She doesn’t want to see me hurt.”
“I never would.”
Her phone rang again and this time, she answered, “What?!”
He couldn’t hear exactly what was being said but he didn’t need to. Big Sis was exercising her authority as head of household and insisting Baby Sis get out of the clutches of that bad man.
Ashley slid a look toward him. “I’m on my way. Yes. Bye.”
End call. Deep breath.
“I—”
“Have to go. I understand.”
She let her gaze fall down his body, landing right on where he ached the most. “I wish I could … help with that.”
“Don’t worry, you will. I’ll be thinking of you later when I jerk off.”
Color tagged her cheeks, and he leaned in to kiss her. “Better not keep your mistress waiting.”
“She worries about me.”
With Dex in the picture, that was understandable. He wasn’t very good at making people happy.
But he could make people feel good. His lips met hers, which was a mistake because now he wanted nothing more than to bundle her up and take her back to his place. She cupped his face and held on, and he let himself believe that she wanted that as well.
The car felt like a steam bath of longing and sex, but she had responsibilities, so he nuzzled her nose and did the right thing.
He pulled away.
“Thanks for tonight,” she whispered. “For everything.”
And then she was gone.
He watched her head into the house and raised a hand when she turned to wave at him. Once she was safely inside, he sat still for a moment, letting the lingering comfort of her wash over him. Holding onto it for a little longer before the chill of the air and distance from her house would take it away.
19
Dex
Likes: Ashley Adams
Dislikes: Smirking hockey-playing assholes
Dex was on cloud nine.
Everyone was still hailing him as the hometown hero. Last night, for the first time in his life, he’d acted like an adult around a woman he wanted. Then he went home and jerked off like a randy teen because there was only so much adulting he could manage in one day.
“What’s that grin for, O’Malley?” Killer Callaghan nudged him as they walked down the main street in Riverbrook after a vigorous morning skate.
