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ME ~Hannah . . .~
HANNAH ~Patience is a virtue ;)~
I loosen a frustrated growl and drop my phone on my desk with a thud.
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Tom asks from the other side of my desk.
“Hannah is doing my head in.”
Tom smirks. “Already? Maybe you should hand her over to me. I’m sure I can handle her.”
I scowl. “Fuck off, dickwad. You’re not going anywhere near her. Besides, didn’t you hook up with her friend?”
“That I did. And I’m seeing her again tomorrow,” he says with a shit-eating grin. “Having trouble sealing the deal, cousin?”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” But I’m aware he’s just being a wise-ass. I crack my knuckles then strum my fingers on the edge of my desk. “She’s different, Tommy. I’ve never met anyone like her.”
He scoffs. “Of course not. You think the women at the country club would get in a fish tank full of sharks?”
I shake my head. “It’s not only the shark thing—although, that is a big part of it. It’s everything. The way she talks to me, how she dresses, her laugh. I actuallywantto spend time with her.”
My cousin simply nods. He knows exactly what I’m talking about. We have the same issue when it comes to women.
After Hannah got over the initial shock of me telling her I own Zenith, she was back to making jokes at my expense and eating like there was no tomorrow. Not a flicker of wedding-bell scheming to be seen.
“So what’s the problem?” Tom asks.
“I don’t know what to do with her. Like tonight, we’re meant to be going out, but she won’t tell me where. She’s going to send me the address when it’s time to leave. Who does that?” I throw my arms out, exasperated.
Tom laughs. “I like it. She’s keeping you on your toes. Just go with it, Sam. It’s not going to kill you to hand over control for one night.”
“It’s not about control,” I huff.
He rolls his eyes at me. “Yes, it is. You can’t handle someone else holding the reins. Sit back and enjoy the ride, man.”
Tom’s always been the free spirit of the two of us. I don’t know how he does it, but if I’m going to keep seeing Hannah, I guess I’m going to have to learn.
I sentSam the address to Mojo’s Bowling Alley ten minutes ago. He didn’t reply.
We may have only spent time together twice, but it was enough for me to get a good read on him. He lives the upper-class, silver-spoon life. I’d bet my life savings he’s never been to a place like this.
That thought makes me irrationally happy. I’m so excited to see how he reacts to being pushed out of his comfort zone.
I’m leaning against the outside wall, under the flashing neon sign, when a sleek black town car pulls up. I grin when Sam steps out, frowning at the establishment I’ve chosen for our night together.
I push off the wall and stride over, but not before I glare at the group of women practically drooling on themselves at the sight of him. “Hey there,” I say, my eyes roving up and down his tall frame.God, he’s a fine specimen.Just looking at him has my bits tingling in awareness.
He raises a brow at me when I come to a stop before him. His gaze rakes over my body, sending chills skating across my skin at the hunger clear in his eyes. I swallow—hard. “Hey,” I mumble again.
“Hey,” he says in a husky tone that has my toes curling. Then, he steps forward, closing the gap I’d left between our bodies. His large palm snakes around my waist, settling in the center of my back as he tugs me into his warm chest then drops his mouth to my ear. “I think you’re trying to kill me, Hannah,” he murmurs.
My hands shoot out, gripping his firm biceps to steady myself. “Why would you think that?” I ask, my voice shaky.
“You’re more beautiful every time I see you. It makes things veryhardfor me,” he growls, rolling his hips into my lower belly.
My knees quake, and heat pools in my lady parts. Holy smoked salmon. He is hard—like, really hard. I almost say,‘To hell with bowling—let’s bone instead!’because God, he feels good. His palms skate along my spine, going lower each time.
I turn my face, my lips lightly grazing his cheek as I force words out. “We should go inside.”
