Page 18 of Thrust & Throttle


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“We’re in Texas. There are like three days a year you need a scarf. We’re getting off topic.”

“I don’t need anything,” I assured her. “We’re good.”

“Okay, but you ask if you need anything, alright?”

“I will.”

She sighed.

“What? What’s that sigh mean?”

“It means you won’t ask for help even if you need help because you’re inherently stubborn and independent.”

“Sure, that’s the reason. We don’t need to unpack that trauma over the phone.”

“We could unpack it over coffee and a quiche. I’ll be at the bakery Monday morning.”

“I’ll swing by after I drop Waverly off at school,” I said.

“Bye, girl.”

“Bye.”

I hung up and tossed my phone aside.

“Your ass looks amazing in those jeans,” Duke said.

I whirled. “Don’t sneak up on me.”

He raised his brows. “I wear boots and there’s no carpet. There’s no sneaking.”

“You’re not allowed to just comment on my ass,” I said.

“We’re sleeping together in private.” He took a step toward me. “Doesn’t that warrant me complimenting your ass?”

I hastily put my hand over his mouth. “Someone might hear you.”

His brown eyes twinkled with devilish humor and then he kissed my palm.

I yanked my hand away, tingles shooting through my body.

“How’d you sleep?” Duke asked.

“Fine.” I blushed.

I wasn’t the blushing type, and I’d known Duke forever. But what we’d done…

“Glad to hear it.”

“Did you just come down here to compliment my ass or was there another reason?” I asked, my lips quivering in humor.

“You want to get breakfast?”

“Mia made pancakes.”

“When am I going to see you again?”

“Probably tonight when I call you and Savage to help me put together an IKEA shelf.”

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