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I blink innocently. “What’s wrong, Cash? You have a frog in your throat?”
My eyes go to that thick, corded throat that bobs hypnotically and has me thinking about how much I’d love to lick that Adam’s apple. Or jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his chest so I’d have the perfect angle to bite Cash’s sculpted traps. I wonder if he likes biting because I sure do love it. It would be a shame to let those traps go unbitten.
He doesn’t answer, so I shrug and ask, “Would you like me to fetch you a beer?”
“I’m a grown man; I can get my own beer,” he says through gritted teeth.
I chuckle, “That’s good to know you’re so evolved, and don’t expect women to fetch you things, but I’m standing right here, and I’m just being neighborly.”
Before he can answer, I twirl back to the drink cooler, bend over, and dig through the ice.
“Caroline,” he says, and the way my name sounds in that low growl is so good I’m in danger of falling to pieces and spoiling this whole teasing act I’ve got going on.
“Now let’s see,” I say, shoving the ice around noisily and ignoring the warning in his voice. “Do you want a Stroh’s? Haha, no, you’re not 85, are you? Let’s see. Oh, this is perfect. How about a summer shandy? Lemon for the sourpuss, haha!”
When he doesn’t answer, I shoot him a little grin over my shoulder and thoroughly enjoy his reaction. And then, because I’m me, I push my ass back farther, just enough for him to notice, and beg softly. “Come on, Cash. I’ll give you whatever you want; you just have to tell me.”
He lets out an utterly obscene curse. The kind of curse that would have gotten me grounded for a week if I had had any sort of a normal childhood.
Should I feel bad that it feels this good to make Cash this crazy?
ChapterFive
Cash
This imageof Caroline will be the end of me.
She stands there as perky as Barbie, holding a beer out to me, waiting patiently for me to take it.
Caroline is a heady combination of innocence and lust, dressed up in swishy florals. The dress hangs above her knees, accentuating her strong, tanned legs. Her feet wear open-toe sandals that show off a peachy pink toenail polish with glitter. The middle toe on her left foot wears a tiny gold toe ring with a butterfly, which matches the gold of the delicate chain around her neck and the peacock pendant that hangs there, which, in turn, matches the feathery green earrings that dangle from her earlobes.
Caroline’s hair looks different under the early evening sun. In the shop, she looks like a brunette, but somehow, out here, with her hair pulled up, it glows with golden highlights. And her eyes. Caroline’s soulful green eyes are flecked with copper. Who…who has eyes like that? Is she a witch?
Am I having feelings for this irritating woman?
Maybe, in another universe. Caroline is universally attractive; I can’t deny it. Perhaps I would ask her out, if she wasn’t so maddeningly difficult.
When I don’t immediately reach for the beer bottle, Caroline fans herself and says, “Wow, it’s so warm out here all of a sudden. I think we’re about to be hit with a heat wave.” She presses the icy, dripping bottle to her cleavage. But not justtoher cleavage, butwithinit. Her boobs are hugging my beer.
I don’t like this. Dammit, I love it.
Caroline lets out a moan, and that’s the end of me. My cock twitches, my brain melts, and my temper snaps.
Before I can stop myself, I grind out, “Lady, are you for real?”
I instantly regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth. I expect to have hurt Caroline’s feelings. Great, now I’ll have to explain to my mother why I’ve made her new best friend cry at a friggin’ fish fry.
On the contrary, Caroline’s eyes widen, and a smile lights up her face.
She shoves the beer bottle against my chest and gasps. “That’s it! That’s my title.”
“Excuse me?” I say, not taking the bottle because…well, I’m not sure why, but she’s touching my chest, and I like it.
“You’ve just given me a great title for my book. ‘Are You for Real?’ It’s perfect!”
“You can’t use it; I said it first,” I say.
I said it first? Am I a child? What is it about this woman that makes me want to fight her at every turn?
