Page 125 of Back in the Saddle

His face flushed, and he moved quickly to cover, “I’m just interested, Jess. We have a history. History like ours doesn’t just die.”

“It did for me,” I returned.

His chin went into his neck.

“Oowee,” Shirleen whispered.

“Now do you want a drink or a menu?” I inquired.

He opened his mouth, but Shirleen whispered, “Oowee,” again with a lot more weight, which took my attention to her.

And thus, the third part of the triple threat happened when I saw Eric sauntering in all his sauntering lusciousness my way.

He came up right beside Braydon, smiling at me in all his smiling lusciousness.

“Hey, honey,” he greeted.

“Hey,” I greeted back.

“Mouth,” he ordered.

Oh man.

I leaned all the way across the stainless-steel barback to get his brush of the lips.

He caught me by the chin before I could move away and said, “Please, fuck, tell me Lucia has pulled pork burritos on the menu today.”

Braydon made a strangling noise.

Eric heard it, let me go and turned to him with concern, like he’d need to be ready to jump into action with the Heimlich maneuver.

“Ooooooweeee,” Shirleen said again.

Daisy’s bell laugh sounded, but there was a tinge of nervousness to it, and I didn’t get a good feeling about that.

“Braydon, Eric,” I introduced. “Eric, Braydon is my ex. Braydon, Eric is my?—”

“Man,” Eric grunted.

Well, even with the deep honesty, my car in his garage, and all of that, I wasn’t sure we were there this soon in our relationship, but at his indication we were…

Nice.

Braydon’s flush turned beet red.

Eric turned to me. “Did you have a word with him?”

“What word?” Braydon choked out.

“Um, kinda,” I said.

“How kinda?” Eric asked.

“White boy would have to have bricks for brains not to get her ‘kinda,’” Shirleen saidsotto voce.

That got another tinkly giggle from Daisy.

Braydon slid off his seat and moved away from Eric a step. “She made things clear.”

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