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Leaving the three of us staring at each other in The Filly.
“Well, Jessamine, if I can’t convince you to come with me, shall I drop you off at the house?” Mother asked, gathering her things and standing. “I should be on my way to Asheville.”
“I could take her, ma’am,” Remy said with a sheepish look about him.
“Thank you, but that’s all right,” Mother answered, pushing in her chair.
“Actually, Mother, it might be better if I go with Remy.” I stood, busying myself with my handbag so I didn’t have to look her in the eye. “That way I won’t miss the game, and Cass can bring me home after.”
I put on a polite smile and met her gaze, which shifted between Remy and me. “And whatever will you do all day?”
Remy cleared his throat. “Well, I, uh, got some strawberries and thought I’d show Jessa how to make a pie.”
Mother’s eyes narrowed as she processed the words she’d not heard together before in reference to me. “Pie?”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” I said, turning to Remy.
“Jessamine—”
“Enjoy the spa today, Mother,” I called over my shoulder as I pushed Remy toward the door.
She was following, frowning and blinking, but we hurried to his truck and climbed inside, leaving her on the sidewalk, Hermès bag hooked in her elbow and eyes full of questions I didn’t want to answer.
And then, blissfully, we were off.
The second Remy turned off Main Street I climbed into his lap, the both of us laughing. And then I was kissing his neck. And then I just curled up there and sighed, not even caring that my knee was jammed into the door. I was too busy savoring the feel of his big hand on my back.
“I missed you too,” he said, and my insides turned to goo.
“It’s sick, really. I saw you less than twenty-four hours ago, and yet...”
“And yet.” His chuckle rumbled through me.
“Really, I saw you just last night. Or at least I saw your cock.”
“God bless technology.”
“I’ve seen a lot of dick pics, but never one so majestic as yours.”
“Think it could pass for royalty?”
“In the right circles, perhaps.”
With a sigh and great care, I peeled myself off of him and got back in my seat so we didn’t get arrested. “Are we really going to bake a pie?”
“If you want to. Got all the stuff for it.”
“Yes, please.”
“Wanna know something?” he asked, a sinful smile on his face.
“Always.”
“I love it when you’re all polite.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Mmhmm. With your pleases and thank yous. Makes me want to make you beg a little. Or a lot. Depends on your behavior, I suppose.”
