Page 83 of The Way We Touch

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Page 83 of The Way We Touch

He replies so fast, I wonder if he was holding his phone.

Craig

Because I’m not with you.

It would help. Why didn’t I bring you again?

Craig

Somebody has to serve the Fire Eaters, and your rich boyfriend wants you all to himself.

My stomach tightens, and I chew my lip.

I have stage fright.

Craig

It’s going to be the best reunion.

Maybe he’s forgotten what a hot mess I am.

Craig

Slip him a pepper. He’ll remember.

That makes me snort a laugh.

Love you, Bish.

Craig

Love you, Deedee.

The plane stops, and the flight attendant opens the door. My nerves have twisted a knot in my throat, and my fingers tremble as I collect my things. I’m just walking down the short staircase when I look up and see a tall, handsome man in jeans and a blazer waiting on the tarmac.

His hands are in his pockets, and his dark hair moves in the breeze. He’s watching me with that straight white grin, and the desire in his blue eyes turns the nerves in my stomach into frantic butterflies.

I run straight into his arms, and he lifts me off my feet. Our mouths seal, lips part, tongues slide together, and the longing in my chest almost makes me cry.

I swallow back my emotions, but my voice still cracks. “I’ve missed you.”

So much… I don’t say it out loud, but I’m pretty sure he knows.

“I hired the fastest SUV to get us back to my place.” His voice is low, and he lowers me to my feet. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

His arm is around me as we walk to the vehicle, and he holds me securely to his side. On the drive to his apartment, he holds my hand, occasionally lifting it to kiss the back of my fingers. It’s a rush of warmth in my veins every single time.

“What’s the Dare dish tonight?” His eyes trace my hair, and I want to get out of my seat and straddle his lap.

“Shrimp-stuffed jalapeños.”

His dark brow quirks. “That seems tame for a Dare dish.”

“Craig’s calling it his Disney Dare.” That makes Logan chuckle, and I explain. “He doesn’t like to handle the really dangerous peppers.”

“That’s only for my girl.”

His girl. It’s another fizzy rush of warmth in my veins.




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