Page 12 of Mountain Daddy
“It’s true,” Jessie says as she walks back out of the kitchen and passes behind us with a pair of plates.
The woman hums, distracted by the plates.
I don’t blame her.
We’re not quite a dive bar, but it’s fair for a newcomer to assume we probably only serve frozen pizza.
“As a regular, I’m confident you haven’t been in here before.” I wait for the woman’s eyes to return to mine. “So, are you new to the area or passing through?”
Chapter 5
Kendra
Isn’tthat the fucking question?
“Passing through.” It’s a partial lie since I am moving here. Buthereis still twenty minutes away.
And I can avoid this particular flannel-themed wet dream in the future if it means I can have him tonight.
The man holds his hand out. “Luther.”
I noticed how large his hands were the first time we touched.
I noticed their roughness.
Noticed their warmth.
I slide my palm against his. “Kendra.”
His fingers close around mine, firmer this time. “Hi, Kendra.”
Good god.
His deep voice saying my name… It melts my insides.
“Hi, Luther.” His name comes out breathy.
His grip tightens on my hand. “I’ve never met a Kendra before.” He keeps his eyes on mine.
Why is my heart beating so fast?
“I’ve never met a Luther before,” I admit.
I feel like I’ve heard that name in a movie as the bad guy, but who needs superheroes if this is what the villains look like?
He keeps watching me. Eyes locked with mine.
And I can feel it in my chest.
I can feel the intensity.
The desire.
It thrums against my bones.
His fingers tighten around mine, just a little, then he loosens them.
The slide is slow, skin against skin, as he drags his hand away from mine.
