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Oh, good Lord, his gentlemanly ways are working on my libido.

“No. It’s okay. It’s just right there. Plus, I’ve got the neighborhood watch, so I’ll be okay.”

“My momma would tan my hide for this. It feels wrong.”

“It’s okay, big guy. Promise. Our secret.”

“Good night, Evelyn.”

Shit, I do want him to come inside and let me have my way with him, but Abuela is still lurking out there somewhere in the dark, I’m sure. So, mind made up, time to force myself inside.

“Good night, Atticus.” And with those parting words, I exit the truck, and he flashes me that smile before I shut the door.

“Good night, Evelyn.” He just sits there, though; he doesn’t leave.

What in the world is he doing?

I stand in place, uncertain of what to do.

Finally, after what seems like years but is only a few seconds, he speaks. “I can’t leave.”

Aw, he’s getting attached already. I mean, I can’t blame him. I am awesome.

“Sure, you can. Push that pedal on the far right, and off you go.” I motion out toward the road in front of him.

“Not the problem, sweetheart. I have to be sure you get inside safely. It’s my duty.”

Who in the fuck is this guy?Chivalry is not dead, ladies. I’m about to hop my ass back in the big truck and show him just how much manners turn me on.

“Go on, big guy. Remember, I’ve got half my family on patrol out here. I’m going to hunt them down. See if they’re harassing anyone.”

“Still don’t like it.” He gives me that smile that does funny shit to my insides, and I swear, I swoon just a bit.

“Noted.”

He just shakes his head and rolls up his window before starting the diesel engine and pulling out onto the road. I watch his big, ridiculous truck get smaller and smaller until it’s almost gone, taillights about to make their way around the curve at the end of the street. He makes the final turn and disappears.

Maybe there’s more to him than being a hot athlete.

SIXTEEN

Atticus

“You sucked at practice today. Your head wasn’t in it at all. What’s up?”

Trent is grating on my last nerve. He knows me well enough to see when I’m off, and I fucking hate it.

“Just got some stuff going on. No big deal. I’ll get it sorted.”

“Wouldn’t happen to be that hot-ass chef chick from the party the other night, would it? I’d like to butter her buns.” He starts laughing, and all I see is red.

Before I even know what’s happening, I have his back up against his locker, his shirt in one hand, and my forearm pressed into his chest. “Say one more disrespectful thing about my girl, Trent. One. More. Thing.”

Trent’s eyes widen.

Hell, what am I doing?I relax my grip, and holding up my hands, I slowly back away and sit down on the bench in front of my locker.

“Fuck, sorry, man. I don’t know what that was.” I rub at the back of my neck.

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