Page 110 of Mountain Daddy
“Where you off to?” Jessie lifts her brows.
“Saturday,” I reply, then turn around and stride out of my bar.
Chapter 62
Kendra
I lockthe door behind me, then set my backpack on the front steps.
We’ll only get one night. Barely twelve hours since the sun is already setting and I need to beat my dad home tomorrow morning.
I didn’t even ask where he was going.
I mean, it’s a date. It has to be.
And am I curious? Yes.
But was I willing to ask questions, risking that, in turn, he would ask me about my dating life? No.
We can both have our secrets.
The night air cools my bare legs.
I’m back in the pajamas I wore during our interrupted video call.
The see-through bralette top and the barely-there shorts both cling to me like a second skin. But I put a navy blue cardigan on over the gray material, covering the fact that I’m hardly dressed and partially masking the fact that, like last time, I’m not wearing anything underneath.
I feel sexy.
And turned on.
We’ve texted since the debacle at the park. And I’ve had my hand between my legs every night thinking of him. But there’s been too much teasing and too many failed attempts.
I need the real thing.
I need Luther.
Headlights flash in the driveway.
He’s here.
Chapter 63
Luther
Kendra walksdown her front steps, backpack in hand, legs on display. All that skin flashing in the beam of my headlights.
By the time I put the truck in park, she’s already opening the passenger door.
Instead of chastising her, I reach across, take the backpack from her hands, and set it on the back seat.
She climbs into the seat in silence. And I look.
I look at her shiny hair, hanging down to her shoulders.
I look at the cardigan that can’t hide her nipples.
I look at her lap.
