I grinned. “Me. Only me.”
Stepping back, I took her keys, unlocked the boot of her car, and started loading up her groceries.
“You’re welcome, little mama.”
She still looked a little dazed when I closed the boot. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and for a second, I thought she might say something worth hearing.
“Kade,” she began, but I handed her the keys and opened the door for her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll follow you.”
That snapped her out of it.
She snatched the keys from my hand and stomped around to the driver’s side, muttering something that was probably unkind.
“Don’t speed,” I called after her. “I hear the sheriff in this town’s a real hardass.”
I followed her to the diner, then the pharmacy, then back home.
She let me carry her bags up the stairs—and slammed the door in my face the second they hit the hallway floor.
I smiled.
That was fine.
There was always the bathroom window.
Which was a hop, skip, and a jump up the drainpipe.
Chapter 12
Juliette
I flicked the curtain back—his cruiser was still there.
It alternated throughout the week between his truck and that damn patrol car. And every time I saw either one, my stomach fluttered like I was some lovesick teenager.
I dropped the curtain and touched my lips.
That kiss.
It had sucked the air right out of my lungs.
So intense. Hot. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
My phone rang, jolting me out of my lust-induced haze.
Grammy Mercer.
“Hello,” I said, smiling despite myself.
“Hello, dear. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“Not at all. How are you?”
And do you know your grandson is a certified lunatic?
But I kept that part to myself.
