Page 78 of For Fox Sake

She scrubs a hand down her face. “As little as possible.”

I slip my T-shirt over my head and then bend over to brush a kiss against her bare shoulder. “Take your time. Take a shower, get ready, whatever you want. I’ve got breakfast.”

She blinks. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Her smile widens. “Okay.”

I give her one last kiss on the lips, a quick one because morning breath, and then she disappears into the bathroom. I head out to the kitchen.

“Who wants my world-famous pancakes?”

“Me me me!”

We eat pancakes and bacon and then I head up to the main house. I need a shower and fresh clothes. It’s going to be a busy day.

Finley accosts me as soon as I walk in the side door, into the kitchen.

“Well, well, well.” She leans against the counter next to Archer, lifting a bright red mug to her lips and taking a quick sip. “Enjoying an early morning walk, Jacob?”

I scrub a hand through my messy hair. “Yep.”

“Hey, isn’t that what you were wearing yesterday?” Archer lifts his brows.

“Nope. You must be mistaken. I was wearing a green shirt yesterday. So anyway, gotta shower.” I bolt out of the kitchen so fast I think I leave track marks, but not quick enough to escape the laughter chasing me out of the room.

Thankfully, when I come back downstairs, Finley is all business and I’m not subjected to any questioning under a hot lamp.

When Finley has an objective with a time limit, she turns into a hyperactive, overly methodical tyrant. Like a border collie, but with spreadsheets.

We leave Archer behind to get some work done—Finley has been overwhelmed with paperwork on camp business—and we take one of the golf carts down the hill to pick up our guests. Finley insists on driving as she’s the one with the plan.

Ari climbs into the passenger seat next to Finley, and Ryan hops into the rear-facing seat in the back of the cart, next to me.

Our hips brush, heat blooming at the point of contact and spreading through the rest of my body.

My cock jerks.

Holy hell.

She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Hey.”

I swallow and take a slow breath, willing my body to calm down. I can’t seriously be so horny right now.

“Hi.” The greeting is more of a croak than an actual word. I want to kiss her. I want to yank her against me, run my hands down her back, cup her ass, I didn’t get nearly enough contact time with her body?—

Finley twists in the front seat to greet Ryan, cutting off any more lustful thoughts.

“Hey, Ryan. I hope you slept well.”

I don’t have to look at Finley to know she’s smirking.

If she embarrasses me, I swear I will... probably do nothing at all. I clench my teeth.

“I slept great, thanks.”

“We have a full schedule today. Are you ready, Ari?”

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