Page 115 of His Secret

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Page 115 of His Secret

I stand and follow him inside. We end up in his garage where he digs into a box and pulls out a large drawstring bag.

“Okay, Martin’s clearly hitting on you, and had I known he was harboring a crush, he wouldn’t have been invited.”

I laugh. “So this is your plan? College games in your backyard just to keep me from accepting his dinner invitation?”

“First of all, people of all ages love games. You and I were pretty good at beer pong back in the day. You could be my teammate again.”

“Mm,” I murmur, crossing my arms.

“What? Do you really want to date that guy?”

“No.”

“Good. Grab a board, will you?” he says, gesturing to the wooden boards in the corner.

“When can you get away?” I ask him.

“What do you mean?”

I step forward, my hand on his hip as I lean in and lick his neck. “I mean, when.” Kiss. “Can.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Get away?” A final kiss on his chin.

“Oh.”

“For a decent amount of time without any concern.”

“Um. I don’t know. I’ll figure something out.”

I step away. “Soon.”

He nods, and I go and grab the corn hole boards.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

MATÍAS

“Okay,we have to defend the buckets. Once it bounces, smack that shit away. Don’t let them win.”

Leslie and Carl laugh from the other side of their buckets.

“We’re gonna win,” Leslie says in a sing-song voice.

“Hey, Matías has good aim. He can win this for us.”

“Oh, my god. Just throw the ball,” Charlotte says.

“It’s not even our turn,” Adrian replies, neither of them actually looking at each other.

Charlotte waves him off then leans in to say something to Diane. They giggle.

“Anyway,” Adrian says. “Okay, go ahead.”

Leslie gets ready, bouncing the ball on the patio before it hits the edge of one bucket and falls to the side.

“Ha!” Adrian exclaims.

“Oh, shush,” Leslie says with a laugh. “Come on, babe. You got this.”

Carl tosses his ball over, but he also misses.




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