Page 116 of Small Town Firsts

“Really? That’s cool as shit, Abby Jane. Do you know what you want to do with it?”

“You remember that recommendation letter I mentioned?”

“The one I used to blackmail you into not quitting as my tutor?” She smirks and narrows her eyes at me. “Yeah, I remember it.”

“Well, Professor Doss helped kickstart Booking Out. It’s a non-profit childhood literacy program. My goal is to get an internship and eventually transition to a full-time role.”

“That’s amazing.” I press a chaste kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing.”

“Shut up,” she says through a laugh. “What are you doing for the rest of the day?”

I heft my golf bag higher up onto my shoulder, causing the clubs to clank together. “Well…I was hopin’you.”

Abby Jane flashes me a saucy grin. “That’s an idea I can get behind.”

“Wanna head to my place this time?” I ask, quickly adding that West isn’t home.

“Yeah. I’ve never seen your space. I’ll follow you there.”

We each walk to our respective vehicles, and when she starts up her Chevelle, I have to smile. While my truck rumbles, her car roars—it’s a freaking beast that could easily give my diesel a run for its money.

I check my rearview mirror every so often to make sure Abby Jane’s still behind me. Sure, Cottonwood is small, and she would be able to find my place easily on her own, but I don’t want to have to wait to get her under me. That short fucking skirt with those tall socks has been driving me insane all day.

Unfortunately, when I turn onto our street, I notice West’s Mercedes in the driveway.Dammit, he isn’t supposed to be here.

I throw my truck into park and kill the engine; Abby Jane meets me in the driveway. “I thought it was just gonna be us?”

“It will be,” I reassure her. “C’mon.”

Together, we set off for the side door, where I let us in. We kick off our shoes in the mudroom and set out to find West. The search is over quick, as he’s in the kitchen at the island, hunched over his laptop. He startles when he hears us walk in. “Jesus—oh! Hey.”

I raise a brow at him. “Didn’t you have work today?”

“Ah. Decided to work from home.” He sends my girl a wink and instinctively I pull her closer. He notices and laughs.Fucker.

“Well, maybe you should head to the office instead,” Abby Jane tells him with a sweet smile.

“I’m being kicked out of my own house?” he asks, but his tone is joking.

Abby Jane walks over and pats his shoulder, like she’s soothing a small child. “It’s for your own good. Trust me.”

West shakes his head with a small laugh. “Got it. Well, y’all have fun. Remember my motto, pleasure is momentary, babies are forever, so use protection.”

He turns to walk out of the room, leaving his laptop behind. “Hey!” I holler after him. “Don’t you need your computer?”

“Nah. Gonna call it quits. See if I can find me some afternoon delight. Think I’m in the mood for a redhead.”

“You’re such a fucking pig.”

West winks. “Oink.”

“So, you want a tour?” I ask once West is gone.

Abby Jane shrugs. “Sure. As long as it ends in your bedroom.”

As promised,the tour ends in my bedroom. She pauses in the doorway, taking in the space. Her eyes dart from the pale gray walls and thick crown molding to the wide-plank Brazilian hardwood floors. Aside from a few trophies, the room is undecorated. Hell, even my bedding is white. All in all, it’s a boring room, but it gets the job done.

“What are you waiting for?” Abby Jane asks with a wicked gleam in her eyes as she steps fully into the room, pulling her white polo over her head as she moves.

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