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“I can take Wyatt overnight if you want?” She glanced briefly in my direction. “I mean, if you want to sleep it off or whatever.”
My chin fell to my chest, and I was this close—this fucking close to losing my ever-loving mind. “First of all—I had three drinks. I’ve already told you that. Secondly, I can handle the dog. If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t have adopted him.”
I turned more fully to her. “And thirdly, I asked you to stay away. I told you I’d still fake being friends with you for the cameras. And for Angelique and Marcel.”
I could see Jillian’s chest rising and falling faster. Her heart was beating quicker. I saw the vein in her neck pulsing wildly.
I knew that vein.
I loved licking it and kissing it while we made out. And Jillian fucking loved it when I did that. She’d moan and tilt her head to the side, giving me more access.
“There’s no reason we can’t be real friends, Cash. You’re being unreasonable.”
I gazed out the windshield and then back to her. “What did you just say?”
She drove into our parking lot and did a loop around to find an open spot. Everyone was home and asleep by now, so the only available spaces were in the far corner. It was darker over here and certainly out of eyeshot.
Which was good.
Nobody would see us getting out of my truck.
Jillian pulled into a space and put the truck in park. “I said,” she moved around to face me, “there’s no reason we can’t be friends.”
Yeah, she fucking said that.
Unbelievable.
“Really?” I squinted at her. “Because I can think of about a million reasons we can’t be friends.”
On the radio, Kenny Rogers started crooning. “We’ve Got Tonight” floated out of the speakers.
Fuck me.
Sheena Easton’s voice joined his, and they continued with one of the best songs ever made.
“You want to be friends with me.” Jillian touched my arm and let her hand slide down to mine. I felt goose bumps form in the wake of her touch.
Fuck.
This woman was not out of my brain.
Not even close.
The effect she had on me was insane.
“No, I don’t,” I answered back. My tone sounded weak and unconvincing even to me.
She smiled like she knew how much I wanted her right now.
How much I always wanted her.
“We’d make great friends, honey.” She let her fingers trail up my arm and over my shoulder. The feel of her fingertips grazing my neck nearly did me in.
“Jillian.” My voice cracked, showing the weakness I’d tried to hide.
“Come on, be my friend. Please?” Her voice—her soft, beautiful, melodious voice—washed over me like a warm, comforting blanket.
“Friends don’t do that, Jillian.”
