Page 120 of Best Friends for Never

Figgins will be lucky if I don’t give him a piece of my mind the next time I see him—or kick him. I haven’t decided which yet.

But I have decided that I’m now even more determined to prove to him and the naysayers who held the project back for so many years that this will be the best theater they’ve ever seen. Sure, we’re still far from having this thing fully funded, and every day it’s looking more and more like I’m going to have to take out averyhefty loan to complete it, but it’ll be worth it to see the looks on their faces when I open the doors and the townspeople come flocking to see our shows.

They’ll just have to wait and see.

“You’re still getting plenty done. You were up half the night designing and redesigning the lobby, right?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I”—I glance around the café to ensure nobody is paying us any attention—“took an extended break.”

He grins wolfishly. “Oh, I’m not complaining. I quite enjoyed you on your knees for me, Peter.”

My face heats at his words, and I rub my still sore knees, a reminder of our night of activities. I’ve never much been one for oral, but I’ll admit I liked being on my knees for him too.

The one good thing about the rain delay is that it means more time with Noel. We’ve spent the better part of the last two days alternating between my bed and the couch—and, okay, the kitchen counter too. I’d have thought by now I’d have had my fill of him, but it’s been the total opposite, and I can’t get enough.

I have no idea what I’m going to do when he leaves.

How am I supposed to go back to life as I knew it before he breezed into town? How do I go on, not kissing him every day? Not hearing his laugh or seeing his smile light up a room? How am I supposed to move on from him after this?

I can’t, and I don’t.

I just need to accept the fact that I’m doomed to repeat my mother’s history—I’m in love with a man who doesn’t want to stay.

“Want to go do something reckless?” he asks out of nowhere.

I already am doing something reckless by loving you.

But I don’t tell him that. Instead, I say, “Such as?”

“I don’t know. Go egg Figgins’s car or something?”

I laugh. “I willnotcommit felonies with you, Noel Carter.”

“It wouldn’t be a felony. I highly doubt we can cause five grand worth of damage.”

I lift a brow. “Why does that number sound specific enough that it’s exactly how much damage you’d need to cause for it to be considered a felony?”

He shrugs with a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I shake my head, sipping my own lavender lemonade. “So what do you have in mind other than the destruction of property?”

“I got nothing. That was my only plan.”

I bark out a laugh, so loud several heads turn our way. I glare over at Noel.

“What?” he asks innocently, though he knows it’shisfault I’m getting stares. “But seriously, we could hike out to the Falls. I know how much you like it out there.”

“I don’t want to get muddy.”

“We could go bowling?”

“Wejustwent bowling on Saturday.”

He leans across the table. “Then we can go back to your house, and I can fuck you again.”

His words go right between my thighs, and I clench them together, wanting that more than I realized. “Let’s do that.”

He shoves to his feet, his chair scraping loudly across the floor, and noweveryoneis looking at us, including Gianna and Greta, who are behind the counter.

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