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“What?”

“If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

She narrows her gaze at me. “I’ve been down here long enough to know that’s a song. You’re not such a poet after all.”

I laugh. “You’re charming the Wranglers right off me. I might have to keep you.”

“Have you seduced a lot of women in the back of yourtruck like this?”

I have everything set up real nice. I’ve laid out tons of thick blankets and pillows on the flatbed of my truck. We’ll sleep under the stars instead of under a tent. It’s not a 5-star hotel. It’s atrillion-starmuch better in my opinion.

We’re parked on the camping grounds in a spot that’s removed from the campers and pack of tents. There aren’t as many trucks as usual. We still have company, but it isn’t crowded like I’ve seen it in the past.

I look down at her to answer her question. “Only the gorgeous ones with blue eyes who have some Italian and some Irish American in them.”

She swats my arm. “You’re adorable.”

I laugh and pull her closer to me.

“You know kissing a small-town boy under a full moon brings you a lifetime of good luck?”

She slides a suspicious glance my way. “Says who?”

“You folks up in New York––or LA––might not know about it, but it’s common knowledge down here, passed on from generation to generation.”

“Is that so?”

My lips graze hers. “It’s a semi-scientific fact.”

“Prove it.”

She challenges my bullshit with a playful tilt of her lips.

The heated look in her eyes brands me.

I’m turned the fuck on.

Am I ever grateful April suggested I drop by Happy Belly when she did.

“If you insist,” I say before lowering Carina onto the blanket. The second her back hits it, I nestle my face into the crook of her neck.

“That tickles.” She giggles, as I caress her skin with the stubble dusting my jaw.

“What? This?”

I do it again.

“Stop it, you brute.” She giggles harder. I think I’m addicted to her laugh. “Isn’t this theory about kissing?”

“It is, but I need to make sure you’re okay first. Nothing’s biting your back from under the blankets?”

She shakes her head. “I just need your lips against mine… in the name of science, of course.”

A smile breaks out on my face. “We can fix that real quick.”

I lean into a kiss, needing to feel our tongues dance together. Her mouth opens to me on a soft sigh. My tongue slides against hers, and she moans, pulling me closer to her.

“I want you so much, Rhett.” Her breathing is ragged, her tits rising and falling underneath her t-shirt.