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“How’s work going, Claire? You’re still teaching at the elementary school, right?”
“I am. It’s good. I like it, although I can’t wait for summer break.”
I frown. “It’s only August. Didn’t school just start?”
Mo laughs, the husky sound wrapping itself around me like a warm breeze on a southern summer night. “She’ll spend the entire school year waiting for summer break.”
Mo, Claire, Coop, and Adley fall into easy conversation about all the gossip that’s new in our town. I signal our server for another beer, because I need something else to focus on—anything to keep from thinking about Mo and how goddamn beautiful she is. Her hair is still in a messy knot, and I want to take it down and run my fingers through it to see if it’s as soft as I remember. And don’t even get me started on her clothes. Mo has more curves than County Line Road, and I want to strip her out of those jeans, toss her shirt to the side, and spend hours exploring every dip and turn.
The waitress drops off my beer, and I take a long pull from the bottle. Coming back to Heaven was a huge mistake. I was never able to control myself around Mo, and I see that’s still the case. Not even one day back, and I’m already trying to figure out how I can get her alone, strip her naked, and fuck her senseless.
We’re explosive between the sheets. I’ve pulled up many a memory from back in the day to get me through lonely nights on the road. Mo was wild in bed and it kills me that I have to keep my hands to myself when they itch to reach out to her. It also kills me that I’m still this attracted to her after the shit she pulled. What I need is to talk to her, find out these secrets Coop and Adley are talking about, and then find a way to get her back in my bed. I’ll be in town for a few more weeks while I rehab my shoulder, and what better way to spend them than with a warm and sated Mo Gallagher?
I’ll work her out of my system, and in a few weeks, I’ll move on—for good this time, leaving Mo and a lifetime of memories behind me.
Adley kicks my chair, and I blink. “Move over so Claire and Mo can pull up a chair.”
“Thanks, but we’re not staying.” Claire tips her head back, drains the rest of her beer, and sets the bottle on the table.
“Oh, come one, one more beer,” Adley begs. “I can’t remember the last time I hung out with girls, and I’ve enjoyed catching up with you two.”
Mo smiles. It’s genuine and gorgeous. “If I didn’t have an eight-hour workday followed by a sixteen-hour workday ahead of me, I would. I really need to get home and get some sleep, but we should plan a girls’ night.”
Adley squeals in delight. “That would be so much fun—”
“Sixteen hours? What kind of job do you have that requires you to work sixteen hours?” I ask, my voice holding more bite than I intended.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’ll put in eight hours at Animal Haven and then I have a shift at Dirty Dicks.”
“Dirty Dicks?” I glance at Coop, who suddenly won’t make eye contact with me. “I didn’t know you worked at Dirty Dicks.”
I don’t know why that pisses me off so much, but it does. It’s my own damn fault I didn’t know—I realize that—but it doesn’t stop the flash of jealousy I get knowing Coop gets to spend so much time with her.
“I was working over in Brighton at Broadway Bar and Grill, but the drive was wearing on me, and Coop was always on my case about taking better care of myself.”
She smiles at Coop, and I see red.
“He offered me a job at Dirty Dicks, and I couldn’t turn it down. I started last weekend.”
I lift a brow at Coop. “What else have you kept from me?”
He rolls his eyes, but I’m jealous and pissed, and that is not a good combination.
“First you tell me about her dad—what are you goin
g to tell me next? That you’re in love with her? Are you sleeping with my girl, Coop?”
I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth, because not only would Coop never do that to me, Mo wouldn’t either, and I sure as hell don’t have the right to call her my girl. I lost that privilege a long time ago.
Mo lets out a strangled noise, and I turn to see her wide, furious eyes staring back me. “Fuck you, Rhett Allen. I’m not your girl—you made sure of that—and if you think I’d sleep with any of your brothers then you never knew me at all.”
Slamming her beer down on the table, she turns to Claire. “Let’s go.”
“If the shoe fits…” I can’t stop myself.
Her lips part.
If Claire’s eyes could kill, I’d be dead and buried.
