Page 6 of Jonny’s Redemption

“No, Bobby, I don’t know that.”

“Now you’re tryin’ to piss down my back and tell me it’s rainin’.”

“Woman, I don’t know what the hell that means,” Jonny returned.

“It means you’re lyin’.”

Jonny was done.

He didn’t want to have this conversation with the guys which meant he really didn’t want to have it with Bobby.

“Go home, Bobby.”

“No.”

It would’ve been comical the way Bobby crossed her arms over her chest and did her best tough-guy glare if her stubbornness wasn’t something he liked so much.

“Tell me, honey, did you come all this way to try to fix me?”

He was being a dick and he knew it. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize when Bobby’s arms uncrossed, both her hands hit her hips, and her glare turned into a deep scowl.

“Ain’t no one can fix you but you, Jonathan.”

“Go home.”

“No. I’m not leaving you out here all by yourself.” Bobby had lost some of the twang as her stubbornness set in. “You’re not answering your phone, you’re not returning texts. Everyone’s gettin’ antsy. You should be happy I’m the one that came out and not Nix.”

Good goddamn, the woman was maddening.

“I’m not answering because I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Too damn bad,” she returned.

Jonny took a step closer and was assaulted by the smell of peaches and vanilla. From the first time he’d caught the scent, he’d wanted that fruity, fresh perfume on his sheets. He wanted it left behind by Bobby after he left her in his bed hot, sweaty, and satisfied. He wanted it there so the next time he crawled in he’d be surrounded by her.

Bobby needed to leave. She needed to turn her fine ass around and high-tail it far away from him. The control he’d kept on a tight leash was slipping. There was only so much temptation a man could take when the one thing he wanted more than anything kept luring him closer.

“Straight up, Bobby, you’re not safe in this house with me.”

“Please, you’d never hurt me.”

That was a taunt if Jonny ever heard one. A big red flag being waved in front of a bull. Bobby wouldn’t be getting the horns but she’d be getting something just as hard and dangerous.

“You sure about that?” Jonny asked, taking another step closer.

“Positive.”

“Turn around and leave, baby.”

“Or what?”

Bobby’s chin jutted out in defiance, her shoulders snapped back ready for battle, her cheeks flushed pink with frustration.

Her last stand.

Cute.

“Or we wouldn’t make it to the bedroom before I finally fuck you.” Bobby’s eyes widened but other than that she didn’t move. “Last chance, baby, walk away.”