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“Yes! This car is made to carry 100 pounds. I think it cracked when I sat down.”
“You’re so dramatic,” I say, turning the key.
“So what’s happening at work? Have I missed anything?”
“Not really. Eden and Colt are back, but it’s been pretty quiet.”
“I’m sure you’ve missed me terribly,” he says, voice low and frisky.
“Not too terribly,” I answer, mouth edging up. “Maybe a little.” I lift my hand and make a tiny space between my thumb and index finger.
“That much, huh?”
“Mmm, maybe more like this,” I tease and widen the space a smidge further.
He playfully grabs my hand then lowers it onto his thigh, covering it with his.
Holy smokers.I have such a thing for his big, muscular legs, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest at the feel of his thick quads. I try to play it cool when all I want to do is squeeze his leg and let my fingers start exploring.
Instead, I swallow hard and force myself to focus. Of course, that’s nearly impossible, but luckily, I spot our destination and pull into the parking lot.
“Bowling?” Kane asks, looking out the window.
“Sure. Why not?”
“It’s been a while,” he admits.
“Doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on you,” I say with a grin. “You need bumper rails for the first few frames?”
He chuckles. “You’re too competitive. But don’t worry. I’ll give you a run for your money.”
We head into the bowling alley and the sounds of pins crashing and machines running fill the air. It smells a little stale, but then I get a whiff of the concession stand. Greasy pizza and other fried delights fill my nose.Mmm, junk food heaven.
“C’mon, let’s get our shoes,” I say, grinning a little too wide at the prospect of wearing shoes that thousands of other feet have been in. Or maybe it’s because of who I’m with. Because at this moment, I can’t remember a time I’ve been this happy.
We walk over and a guy leaning against the counter stands up straighter. “What size?” he asks us.
“A six,” I say.
“Fourteen,” Kane replies.
I glance down at his feet and wonder if the old myth is true regarding a man’s foot size correlating to the size of his package. A blush heats my cheeks and I realize he’s looking down at my feet.
“You’re so tiny, Sai.”
The way he says it, so low and husky, makes my stomach drop.
“And you’re very…big,” I respond. His gaze slides up, very leisurely, and then locks onto mine. Crap, he’s got me overheating already. I swipe a hand through my hair, grab my shoes and head toward our lane, trying not to think too hard about the way he’s looking at me. Like he wants to pounce and devour me whole.
Sitting down on the bench, I slide my boots off and Kane’s gaze zeroes in on the anklet I’m wearing.
“Do you ever take that off?” he asks curiously.
“No,” I say simply and pull my rentals on. My ankle bracelet is a conversation for another time. And certainly not on my birthday. Kane takes the hint, lacing his shoes then silently grabbing my hand as we wander over to choose our bowling balls.
“Birthday girl goes first,” Kane says when we get to our lane.
“You just wanna study my form,” I tease and step onto the floor.
