Page 53 of Shattered Illusions


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Laughing, she nodded. “I’m sure it’s just as stupid as the one on mine.”

He caught her hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a kiss over her delicate skin. The gentle touch sent tingles down to her toes. “I hope you don’t mind that I probably just outed us.”

“Probably.” She gave him the once-over, and her face grew hotter. “Well, I’d saymost definitely, considering you have flour and blueberry guts all over your shirt. Sorry about that, Buchanan.”

“Yeah, right, baby,” he said with an amused shake of his head. “You’re not sorry one bit.”

She grinned. Nope. Not one bit.

He gestured to the door. “After you.”

On her way past him, he swatted her rear.

“Seriously, Joe,” she hissed over her shoulder, fighting a smile. “You need to behave yourself.”

He swatted her again. “Pot? Meet kettle.”

Once they reached the counter, Joe flashed that ridiculously charming Buchanan grin at Alex and Sheila. “Ladies.”

Both women stared after him, mouths agape, as he returned to his table.

She shook her head. The guy was incorrigible. There was no other way to describe him. Well, that wasn’t quite true, but she’d keep those other delectable descriptions to herself.

“See?” Alex said in a hushed voice. She had a smug smile on her lips.

Roxie raised a brow. “See what?”

“I told ya I’d get it out of you.” Alex nodded toward the guys’ table. “By the amount of blueberry that’s now on Joe’s shirt and your someone-just-ran-their-hands-through-my-hair hair, I’d say I have my answer.”

Roxie tried to smother a grin but failed. “Alex, we need to have a girls’ night. Stat.”

* * *

Joe resumed his seat at the table and hoped the grin on his face wasn’t as dopey as he suspected.

His friends stared at him with varying levels of amusement.

Yup. The dopey grin was most definitely in place. Oddly enough, he wasn’t quite sure he cared.

“What’d I miss?” he asked, trying for casual. He doubted he was fooling anyone.

Matt nodded in the direction of the counter. “I take it if I asked Roxie out for dinner and drinks, that wouldn’t fly with you?”

Joe tensed, and his grin disappeared. “You’re damn right that wouldn’t fly with me, Alvarez.” He glared at the other man. Despite crossing paths on several occasions, he didn’t know Matt well. Cade vouched for him, but that wouldn’t stop Joe if this fucker tried to make a move on his—

The table erupted with laughter.

“Man, you’re such a sucker, Buchanan,” Quinn said.

“Seriously, man?” Matt snickered. “You have her fucking blueberry shit all over your shirt.”

Damn. He should have seen that one coming. Rather than acknowledge his gullibility, though, he did what every guy would do in his situation: flip them off.Assholes.

“You should have seen your damn face, bro,” Cade said, wiping away a tear. “So, you and Roxie, eh?”

Ignoring the question, he swung his narrowed gaze back to Matt. “You weren’t serious about asking her out, were you?”

The table broke into laughter again.

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