Page 21 of I Knead You Tonight

Wren rolls her eyes, pulling Foster away. “Come on before you strip each other down and get arrested for public indecency.”

“You’re just jealous he loves me more than he loves you,” Winston taunts.

She doesn’t respond to him, but Foster throws his best friend a wink.

Idiots.

We’re left alone and hit resume on the silence that played between us during the car ride here.

I rock Riker’s car seat to keep him entertained and try to scarf down as much food as I can before he inevitably begins to fuss.

“You know you don’t have to eat like you’re never going to get another meal, right? We can stop for lunch later.”

As if on cue, Riker cries.

“Tell that to him.” I pull him from his car seat, rocking him in one arm and trying to finish my breakfast at the same time, something I’ve gotten pretty good at over the last few months.

“You ready to head out?” Winston asks once I finish the slice.

“You mean am I ready to spend the day out and about with you? No, not even close. But since I feel obligated to help you, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

He doesn’t respond to my snark, just slides out of the booth, pulling his leather jacket back over his shoulders and tossing a few bucks down for Brad.

“I’ll meet you in the car.”

Slice Four

Winston

Ican pinpoint the exact moment I started hating Drew Woods.

When I met her.

“Are you a virgin?”

I peel my eyes away from the amazing rack I’ve been admiring for the last few seconds, grinning at the girl glaring back at me. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you’re staring at my tits like you’re a thirteen-year-old boy who just got his hands on his first nudie mag. So, I repeat: are you a virgin or something? You never seen an actual girl before?”

“You offering to deflower me if I am?”

She throws her head back, laughing so hard the perfect tits I’ve been staring at bounce.

And bounce and bounce and bounce.

Because she’s still fucking laughing at me.

“Oh, god. Thank you for that. I really needed a laugh today.”

“Is the thought of having sex with me that hilarious?”

She flicks her eyes up and down my body. “I don’t even know you.”

I stick my hand out. “Winston Daniels. Nice to meet you…” I trail off, waiting for her to provide her name.

“Daniels? Are you related to Wren?”

I nod, wondering how she knows my sister.

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