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“What about Officer Flint?” I teased her.
Camryn’s mouth tightened, and her eyes narrowed. Her finger went straight as a board as she pointed it at me.
“Do not speak about that man in my presence again,” she ordered. “That man is a lying, despicable, no good, rotten, disgusting, arrogant, asshole, big, fat…”
Croft slapped his hand over Camryn’s mouth, but something in his eyes told me he was trying not to laugh.
Ezra scooped me up then, and in his haste to toss me over his shoulder, I knocked the beer that had miraculously appeared in Camryn’s hand onto the ground, half of the beer slinking down inside my cast as I did.
“Shit!” I hissed. “That’s cold!”
It wasn’t until we were outside, and I was on my feet next to Ezra’s truck, that he saw my problem.
“We’ll go get it changed,” he said. “Then we’re going home.”
He was true to his word, taking me to the twenty-four-hour emergency clinic to get my cast changed before taking us to my home.
“Keys?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t have any. I rode with Camryn.”
He grunted, his eyes never leaving mine. “So how are you going to get into the house?”
I turned to the door and twisted the knob. “I didn’t bother locking it.”
He muttered something else behind me that sounded like ‘stupid,’ but I couldn’t be sure.
“What?”Chapter 16Please do not pet the peeves.
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Ezra
I’d lost every bit of patience I had left, and it was all because of the woman looking at me with such fucking innocence in her eyes.
She had no clue what she did to me.
She also had no clue that her tears nearly brought me to my knees.
I hated walking out of the principal’s office today. I hated it even more to see her tears rolling down her cheeks after she realized that I’d be taking over.
It took me about two hours to find out why she’d been removed from the class, and once that had happened, I’d lost nearly all of my patience.
I’d talked to Mrs. Sherpa, letting her know that Raleigh and I were in a relationship. I’d also let her know in no uncertain terms that out of anyone in the school, Raleigh was the least likely teacher to do anything like that ever.
She agreed with me, and also told me to keep my relationship out of the school as best that I could—which we would.
But I was done hiding what I felt for the woman currently drunk off her ass standing in front of me.
I was also tired as hell of hiding the fact that I cared for her a whole lot more than I ever thought I’d care about a woman.
“Despite what you think, it’s not safe to keep your doors unlocked,” I growled, trying valiantly to control my temper.
She snickered. “Ezra Wezra, this is Gun Barrel. We have a population of twenty thousand. Plus, I have that alarm sticker on my window.”
I grunted. “You have an alarm sticker on your window…and you think that’s helpful?”
She shrugged and started to strip, her shirt first, followed shortly by her bra.
The bra got caught up on her new cast, and she hastily pulled on it to get it unstuck.
The moment it came free of the cast, it slung across the empty room, and my eyes followed it.
Something caught my eye, and I frowned.
“What’s that?” I pointed.
Raleigh snickered. “Camryn found that at a garage sale today on the way over to my house. Isn’t it cute?”
It was something.
“Is it real?” I asked as my hand hovered over the stuffed cat.
The very real looking stuffed cat.
“No,” she answered, starting on her jeans. “It’s fake. Touch it.”
“I’d rather touch something else,” I murmured, liking the view in her direction a lot better.
She finally got to her underwear and shoved those down, too, leaving her in nothing but her short little ankle socks that I hadn’t seen she had on inside her ankle boots.
Once those were off, she stared at me expectantly.
I was too preoccupied with her breasts to notice that she was expecting something from me.
“Well, let’s go!” she declared.
I frowned. “Let’s go?”
“Yes,” she said, bending over the couch. “Do me!”
I chuckled.
“What if I didn’t want to ‘do’ you?” I rumbled, coming up behind her.
She closed her eyes and smiled sweetly. “Then I guess I could go to sleep right here.”
I chuckled, having no doubt in my mind that she might very well do it if I left her there for too long.
“Maybe sleep is the best thing you could have right now,” I contemplated.
She snickered, her eyes opening to slits. “I’ve heard that drunk sex is better than sex.”
I bit my lip to hold the laughter in. “Drunk sex, I think, is categorized under actual ‘sex.’”
Her pursed lips told me she was actually contemplating what I said with all the seriousness that she could muster at that moment in time.
