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“Want you?” My mind was all muddied. Desire blanketed me, making everything fuzzy at the corners. Except his mouth.
What would it feel like to touch those lips? Press against them?
Taste them?
Taste him?
How would he feel?
He groaned. “Billie.”
“What?” I breathed.
“I gotta ask. Do you—”
“What the fuck is going on out here?” An angry voice sounded, intruding.
Brett lifted his head, and I felt cold seep in, but he kept his hand pressed against my stomach, under my shirt. He hadn’t altogether pulled away.
Thank God.
“Give us some fucking privacy.” He wasn’t asking.
“I would, except that’s my date you got backed against the wall.”
What? Date?
Brett went tense.
I was disoriented.
“You’re here on a date?” he asked.
Am I? My brain was having a hard time catching up. It kept wanting to pull Brett back toward me, to feel all those wonderful feelings I’d never felt before, not the way he was making me feel them.
Then, shit. I blinked again.
Reality set in.
Travis had come looking for me, and both men were not happy.
I bit on my lip. “Uh…” Wait a minute. Wait a goddarn minute. I jerked from the wall and had a finger up. I stepped toward Brett. “This is your fault. And you.” I swung to Travis. “You said some seriously heavy stuff in there. Really heavy. It’s a first date, Travis.” I went back to Brett. “And I’m only here because of you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You met me. You made me feel things. You made me feel, and that was just in the back of an SUV. Then you turned asshole. So yeah, I’m here on a date because I thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t you. Maybe it was me. Maybe I actually did want to date someone again. Maybe I do want to let someone in, though after round two, I’m realizing no one could make me feel what you do. But I needed to find that out. So excuse me, both of you, because I’ve not done anything wrong here. And both of you, stop—” I wavered on Travis, who looked admonished, but also like something else I couldn’t place. “—dropping emotional bombs on me and being all up in my face.” The next was for Brett. “And making me forget who I even am in the process. I’m going inside, and I’ll have a drink with Olvander because now I need one.”
I huffed, stalked inside, and slammed the door behind me.
6
BRETT
Billie left the dude and me staring at each other.
“I’m a cop, so you know. Homicide.”
“You brought her on a date?”
