Page 154 of Well That Happened

Rilee forces a smile. “Yep. Majoring in poor decisions.”

Mrs. Ward hums, oblivious, as she passes the green beans.

Meanwhile, Sierra’s back at it—smiling across the table at me like we’re in a rom-com. Her ankle brushes mine. Twice.

I don’t flinch.

Because I only want the girl currently stabbing her peas and trying not to combust fromwhatever I’m about to do.

I slide my hand under the table. Let my fingers skim her bare knee. Higher. Just under the edge of her skirt.

She jolts. Just a breath.

I inch up, stopping just before I reach her panties—so close I can feel heat radiating off her skin.

Hunter’s forkclattersagainst his plate.

“Grayson,” he says tightly. “Can I see you in the kitchen right the fuck now?”

A pause.

Then, “Sorry for cursing, Mrs. Ward.”

Her smile doesn’t falter. “Of course, dear.”

I push back from the table and follow him through the swinging door into the kitchen, already smirking.

He turns on me like a storm front.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Be more specific.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“She touched me first.”

“Dude, I’m trying tonotget abonerat the family table while your hand’s halfway up her skirt—”

“I didn’tdoanything,” I say, even though we both know that’s a lie.

Hunter runs a hand down his face. “Just… can you keep it in your pants for one damn meal?”

I lean against the counter, cross my arms. “Can you?”

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Exactly.

Before either of us can say more, the door creaks open.

Rilee’s head pokes in.

“What are you two doing?” she hisses.

Hunter mutters, “Trying not to go to jail.”

She stares at us. “We’re at a family dinner. Can you two act like it?”

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