Page 26 of Devil Inside: Green

She shakes her head in these tinyyeses. “I see why you’d want to keep wrapped. Money means nothing to an STI.”

“Go on.”

She tilts her head, squinting at me. “Go on?”

“Your opinions on Dela and sex work.”

“Well,” she starts, “I sort of feel bad for people who get into that because I feel like most probably see it as their only choice—ifthey’re given a choice. But even if she chose to do it because it seemed exciting or whatever…” She shrugs. “As long as they’re consenting adults, it’s no one’s business. I can’t see myself ever getting into that world, but then again, no one can truly ever saynever.”

I take in her face, searching for any deception, but there’s none. “You mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course I mean it. It’s not our place to judge. Of any two people in the world, you and I know it’s not our place. Dela had sex. My mom went to casinos. They’re not crimes. They didn’t deserve death sentences.”

Yet again, Danni blows my mind. She’s right. She’s so right. None of us have the right to pass judgment.

“You’re amazing, in case no one has told you before.”

She smiles at me, looking almost uncomfortable from the compliment.

“Green,” she says quietly.

“Danni,” I say back.

“I have semen soaking into my panties. I need to clean up.”

Oh, shit!I throw my head back, laughing. “Sorry about that, babe. Let’s go find you a bathroom.”

I open the car door for her, helping her inside before walking around to my side. Then I pop the glove box, searching for some tissues or napkins for her to wipe down with until she can get herself cleaned up. As we’re taking off down the road, back to civilization, she casually glances over at me. “That’s the second time since I’ve known you that we’ve had sex outdoors. Is that a kink of yours? Should I expect it more often?”

“What can I say? You turn me on, babe. Quit being so sexy and you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh, so this ismyfault? That’s rich.”

“Shoe fits.”

“Not my problem you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“You like my dick.”

“It is a pretty spectacular dick.”

I smirk. “Come on, let’s head home. I get that piss test out of the way and you can take me to meet your sister.”

She clicks the blinker, pulls off the road, and throws the car into park. Then Danni leans over the console, gripping a fistful of my T-shirt to draw me to her, and she kisses me.

Damn.This woman.

I’m screwed.

11

DANNI

There’s something to be said about spending so much time in a car with the same person. You find you either want to strangle the life out of that person every time they sniffle as a tick rather than a runny nose or because you hate their choice of radio station or the flip side to that is discovering you care about someone more than you ever thought you could.

I’m in the latter group.

We drove back to Middlesboro for Green to take his pee test with the parole officer. As soon as he completed the test, we got on the road again. He didn’t want to stop off back at the compound or visit with any of his brothers.

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