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“Okay, you’re good,” I say. Turning to face her, I wave her on, and she rushes for the employees’ only exit.
“Thank you!” she whispers.
As soon as she’s gone, I quickly wash my hands, then return to the bar.
Kenzie furrows her brows as she looks at me. “Where’s Maze?”
“She left. Wasn’t feeling well.” I shrug.
“What a lightweight.” Kenzie laughs. “She had one beer and a shot.”
“She throwing up after only that?” Riley cackles.
“Right?” Kenzie adds as I turn around and wipe down the counters. “Maybe she’s pregnant.”
My eyes widen at the thought. She did look awfully pale tonight. Could she be?
She said they hooked up a few weeks ago.
I grab my phone from my pocket and text her.
Rowan: Totally random question for no reason, but when was your last period?
She doesn’t respond until she’s back home twenty minutes later.
Maize: Uh…I don’t know? Why?
Rowan: Well, any chance you could be pregnant?
Maize: WHAT? No!
Rowan: Are you sure? Like 100%?
Maize: I’m on the pill, and we used a condom.
Rowan: Did you remember to take your pill?
Maize: I think so…I mean, sometimes I forget, but typically I do!
Rowan: Oh my God…
Maize: Shut up. I swear. I’m not pregnant.
Rowan: Then take a test.
Maize: We hooked up like three weeks ago. It’d be too soon to know anyway.
Rowan: Maybe. I’m buying you a test, though, just to be sure.
Maize: And when I prove to you I’m NOT, you owe me $100!
Rowan: Ha! You better cross your fingers and toes you aren’t. Unless you want Mr. Brooding Cowboy as your baby daddy ;)
Maize: I hate you so much.
“What are you laughin’ about?” Diesel grabs my attention and asks. I slide my phone back into my pocket so he doesn’t see the conversation.
“Just checking on Maize.”
“She okay?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“You gonna come over tonight?” he asks, bringing the conversation back to him.
“Hmm…that depends. You gonna make it worth my while?” I taunt, willingly giving him all my attention.
“Oh hell yes, you know I will.”
Once my shift is over, I follow Diesel back to his place, and though it’s almost three a.m., neither of us is tired enough to go to bed.
“I think I’m gonna take a shower and wash the bar smell off me.” I kick off my boots. “You wanna join me?”
“You even gotta ask?”
We race to the bathroom, and Diesel wraps me in his arms. Our lips fuse as we frantically undress each other. Diesel turns on the water, and once it’s hot, we both step in and mold our bodies together.
“So there’s a fundraiser hoedown in San Angelo next month.”
“Really?” I slide my palms over his hard chest, then down his rock-hard abs.
“I was thinking of taking my best girl and dancing with her all night long. Whaddya think?”
I pinch my lips together, teasingly. “Hmm…I bet she’d like that.”
“Maybe relive our first kiss.”
I smile, raising my brows. “Hopefully not the ‘getting interrupted by my brother’ part.”
He shakes his head, groaning. “That asshole. I was just about to stick my tongue in your mouth too.”
Bursting into laughter, I wrap my palm around his cock. “I’m sure you were.”
“Mm-hmm. Then I was gonna slide into second base.”
“Right there on the dance floor, huh?”
“Yep. Make sure everyone there knew you were mine and only mine. Forever.”
“Fourteen-year-old boys must have wild imaginations,” I taunt, stroking him faster.
He releases a moan. “You have no idea, baby.”
Diesel cups my breasts and squeezes before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. His rough hands rub over my skin, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to his chest. “I loved you then, and I love you now. Even if you hated me.” He winks, then brushes his lips over mine.
“It took me a while to see who was right in front of me, but I’m glad I caught you when I did.” I have no doubt Chelsea would’ve climbed in his lap had he let her and he’d been single. I’m still getting used to the idea that he has a son and will have contact with Dawson’s mom on a regular basis. I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend, but I see what a catch Diesel is, and I’m not about to let him go.
“I see the wheels spinning in your head,” he says. “Stop overthinking.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
He chuckles, then slides his hand between my legs. “I’m about to make sure of that.”
Chapter Twenty-One
DIESEL
Rowan and I stand at the gate hand in hand as we wait for Chelsea’s and Dawson’s arrival. It’s been four long weeks since I’ve seen him, and I can’t believe how much I missed the little guy. Chelsea has sent me pictures nearly every day, and we see each other on FaceTime a few times a week.
The moment Chelsea spots me, she sets Dawson down, and he comes running toward me. Kneeling, I open my arms and wait for him. He tackles me, and we both go down laughing.
