Page 12 of Stolen Kisses

The tip of her tongue darted out, licking her lower lip. Damn, I wanted to taste what she was tasting.

“Are you sure? I can handle things.” I had to give her credit for her can-do attitude, but the tone of her voice was definitely tentative.

“I’m sure you can. Send me that list.”

The corners of her mouth lifted.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re sounding a little too commanding for my taste.”

“Hannah.” My voice was stern even to my own ears.

“Fine, give me your email, and I'll forward it to you."

"Gladly," I said, rattling off my email. She grabbed her phone, unlocked the screen, then groaned. "More bad news?"

"Yes, but this time it's not about the wedding."

"What happened?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Doesn’t matter. All right, list forwarded. Between the two of us, we should be okay, as long as each takes over half the tasks."

"Don’t worry, I'm bringing reinforcements," I told her.

She glanced up abruptly. "Oh?"

"My brothers. I enlisted them."

She flashed me a grin. "That’s great. Things will definitely move faster with more people. You’re sure they don’t mind?”

“They'd better not. There are six of us in total. Wyatt isn't here, but all other hands will be on deck.”

“Wow, Chase Sterling, aren't you full of surprises?" Then she lowered her phone, focusing on me.

"All right. I propose a truce," I said.

"I'm listening." She was cute. Those lips captivated me.

"We focus on the wedding—"

"And not on each other?" she finished for me. "I like that."

I was focusing on her all right, just not in the way she thought.

I glanced at the list. “Why are you moving chairs around? It says here that there's a whole team that’s supposed to do it."

"I was just trying to speed things up," she said sheepishly, "but I'll stop. It’s harder than I thought, and I’m already sweating. I'd better be careful, because this fabric is thin and gets see-through very easily."

Fuck me!If I even got a glimpse of her breasts, I was toast.

"All right, put us to work," Finn's voice sounded from somewhere behind me.

I looked over my shoulder. All my brothers were there.

I turned to face Hannah. She was smiling from ear to ear, eyes focused on my brothers. Finn looked rough, with dark circles below his eyes and still seeming half asleep. Griffin was holding a huge cup of coffee. Knox was yawning. Duncan was the only one who seemed fresh and able to help. Then again, the man could run on three hours of sleep if need be. Back when we started the company, he worked like a madman while taking care of a newborn all on his own. One time he'd confessed that those years had completely messed up his ability to sleep properly.

"Hi, Hannah. I’m Knox. This is Finn. We’ve heard through the grapevine that you're in charge today." He grinned.

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