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Don’t say anything.
Not anything stupid, anyway.
Or mushy.
Don’t let him touch you.
Don’t you dare touch him.
Hot, bothered, and fueled by too much bourbon, she took off her jacket as she jogged to catch up to Cam. He unlocked the truck, and she hopped inside, but not before rolling down the window and shouting across the parking lot, “I love you, Ivy.”
“I love you more,” echoed back.
Her head fell onto the seat, and she glanced at Cam. “I don’t think you should drive me home.” Her tongue felt fuzzy, and she had to concentrate to make it work.
“How do you suppose you’re going to get there?”
“Cab?”
“Not in Gulch, I’m afraid.”
“Right.” She shook her head, which was the wrong thing to do. “The truck’s spinning.”
“I imagine it is.” He was amused, she could tell, but Millie didn’t care about any of that. She was tired and had had too much to drink, and she closed her eyes, deciding sleep was the only option.
She tried to make herself fall asleep, but it was no good. She opened one of her eyes and studied Cal as he drove. His thick hair curled around the collar of his coat, and she fought the urge to run her hands through it.
God, his jawline was delicious. And his mouth? Forget it. She was no further ahead than she’d beenbeforehe came back to Big Bend. Why couldn’t she make this feeling stop?
“You’re too good-looking,” she said, sitting up a bit.
He flashed a smile. It made her heart skip. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah. Too good-looking for your own good.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be. If you had bad teeth, I might never have noticed you.”
“So, it’s the teeth?” Cal chuckled.
“Totally.” What the hell was wrong with her? What happened tokeep the mouth shut?
“I thought it might be my sense of humor.”
She laughed at that. “You’re the least funny person I know.”
“That right?” He glanced at her, and the look in his eyes made her stomach flip, which kept time with her heart, which was beating so fast, she was sure he heard it.
“You couldn’t tell a joke to save your life.”
“That might be true,” Cal said, his voice dropping as he pulled into her driveway. He put the truck in Park. “But I can kiss you out of your pants.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she made a sound of…disgust?Nope. Need?Probably. Want?Damn straight.
She didn’t get a chance to figure out what it was, because Cal’s seat belt was undone, and he leaned toward her. She froze as he gently undid her seat belt. His scent filled her nostrils, that earthy, piney, masculine scent that belonged only to him. Her breath caught, and her gaze dropped to his mouth. The one that could, in fact, kiss her out of her pants.
If she let him.
