Page 94 of Wild As Her

It's too late.I hear his boots coming toward me. I peek through the slats and feel dizzy.

There he stands, hands on his hips inall his denim, sun-kissed, slightly irritated glory.

“Well,” he says, crossing his arms. “Subtle.”

Violet stands up, brushing off her jeans. “We’re just supporting local businesses. That's not a crime.”

Poppy nods as she holds up a jar of pickles she picked up from the farmers’ market going on down the street. “Huge fans of artisan pickles.”

Jack looks at me and gives me a slow and sexy grin that makes my panties practically melt. “You dragged them to spy with you? And nice disguises," he adds.

“I didn’tdrag,” I say, standing. “They came willingly.”

“To spy on me?” he smirks, clearly enjoying trying to make me squirm.

“No. I was casually observing the enemy.”

He tilts his head, his lips twitching. “And how's it going?”

I huff. “Mediocre date. She told me this week at the coffee trailer that breakfast food is unnecessary.”

“You’re friends with her. She told me.” He blinks. “And you once cried over a pancake.”

“Because Iwantedone, Jack.”

He steps closer. “So, why are you really here?”

I shrug. “I just had an important question to ask you.”

I inwardly groan because that is a terrible excuse that I just threw out there. Now I have to make something up.

He raises his eyebrows. “What’s the question?”

I say the first thing that comes to mind, digging myself in further. “If I killed someone would you tell on me?”

His body shakes with laughter, and then he looks serious. “Who’d you kill?”

I shrug. “Well no one.Yet.But if I did, what would you do?”

He looks at me and says, “That’s what you came to ask me?”

I look at him and say with all the seriousness that I can muster, “Answer the question, Jessop.”

He grins and leans in and says, “I wouldn’t tell. But I’d use it against you all the time. I’d be like ‘Are you going to come for a ride with me or do I need to make a call to Sheriff Matthews?’”

I shake my head, grinning. “Just as I suspected.”

“I’m going back to my date,” he says, shaking his head, trying not to laugh. “You three try not to get arrested. Again.”

“Have fun on your date,” I call to him cheerfully.

He looks back at me and winks. “Hate you later.”

Freaking winks.

He walks away, glancing back at me, slow, smug,knowing.

“We didnotget arrested,” I mutter, annoyed with myself that I let him get under my skin. And I hate how relaxed he looks. "I hate Jack. He's the worst."

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