Page 50 of Cold Foot Curse

He laughed and backed up a couple steps. “I’ll send you a picture of how wild we get.”

“I’ll send you a picture of how wild it gets here. Me and my boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah, and who’s that?”

“Me and my firepit.”

God, his grin probably looked so dumb right now. Should he tell her? Should he admit he would do stupid things just for the chance to spend a night with her at that firepit?

He cleared his throat and did a little salute and then forced himself to turn away and head for his truck.

Jess’s arms slid around him. She hugged him from behind, and Kade staggered to a stop, and slipped his hands over hers to hold her there. He swayed them and rolled his eyes closed at how damn good this felt, her tits all smashed against his back, gifting him the embrace he hadn’t known he needed.

“I’m thankful for what you did,” she whispered thickly.

“What did I do?” he asked as he opened his eyes to look at his truck.

“You came back for me.”

She squeezed him tighter and then told him, “Don’t make this harder. Just leave.”

So, he stayed stock still as she slipped her arms from him and he listened to the hollow, retreatingclick-clackof her flip flops as she made her way into the house.

His heart had never hammered so hard as it did now.

He’d wanted to kiss her. He’d wanted it so badly, but somehow, someway, she’d made that hug feel even more intimate than any kiss ever had.

Oh, she had him. She had all of him.

He was in it deep now.

The door to the house closed, and Kade forced himself to get into his truck and drive away.

Don’t make this harder.

Too late. He knew he would be messaging her as soon as he thought he could. He would be back here, looking for excuses to see her.

He’d thought she was interesting all those years ago?

Now, things had changed.

Now, Jess was impossible to stay away from.

Chapter Eleven

Kade clenched and unclenched his fist and then rubbed his thumb across the old scar on his palm. There was an almost constant tingling there now and it was starting to get on his nerves.

The guys were laughing at something Reed had said, and Cash elbowed him. “Dude, are you even here right now?”

“Yeah. Of course, man.”

“What did Reed just say then?”

Kade narrowed his eyes and took a wild guess. “His crabs are back, and his dick doctor has some concerns with some of the STD resul—”

Reed booed and threw a French fry at him. Kade laughed and leaned back in his chair, then took a long swig of his beer. It was getting warm. He’d been nursing this one for half an hour already.

“You keep messing with your hand,” Wreck observed, his bright eyes on where Kade was clenching his fist on the table.

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