Page 45 of Ambrosia Kisses
I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But…he seems less rigid and uptight. Hell, maybe his crabby ass is finally getting laid.
"She couldn't make any promises."
"Fuck," my cousin grunts, his lips pursing. "You're leaving, aren't you?"
I shrug, not really sure how this is going to play out. I hope like hell that Alexa comes through, and we get to stay right here. But if she doesn't? Then yeah, I'm leaving.
"Does Paisley know what you're planning?" Jax asks, glancing up from the harvester.
"Not yet."
"So…you haven't told her that you're planning to move? That's bold."
I scowl at Jax. "I fully intend to tell her when the time is right. I just don't want to fuck it up and say anything too soon."
"Yeah, well, you better tell her sooner rather than later," Oliver growls at me. "She deserves to know where your head is at in this."
"I know," I say, frowning at him. "I just want to make sure everything is in order first."
"Yeah?" He quirks a brow at me. "And how'd that work out for you last time?"
"I…" Shit. He's got me there. "You think I should tell her now? What if things don't work out here?"
"Then you deal with it together, you idiot," Bastian sighs, shaking his head. "But Oliver is right. Last time you kept her in the dark, you ended up in Italy for three goddamn years. I actually need you here, so can we maybe not do that again, please?"
"I hate to break it to you, but it might be too late," Jax mutters, his eyes locked on something behind us. "Because I'm pretty sure she just heard plenty. She's standing behind you."
"Shit." I spin around to see her standing a few feet away, her face pale and her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. She does not look happy.
"Fuck," I mutter, taking a step toward her while my brother and cousins take a step away. Pussies. "Hey, Dimples."
"Don't," she whispers, throwing a hand up in front of her like she's trying to ward me off. "Don'theyme, Ridley. And don't eventhinkabout touching me."
I don't know how much she heard, but it clearly wasn't everything, not judging by the look on her face. That look breaks my goddamn heart.
"Dimples, let me explain."
"No, thanks. I heard plenty. God." A pained laugh rips from her lips. It fucking hurts to hear it, almost as much as it hurts to see the stricken look on her face, as if she's cracking apart right in front of me. Only, there's a whole lot of rage peeking through those cracks, too. She's mad as hell. If looks could kill…well, she and Lucy would be borrowing a boat to deliver my pieces to the sharks. "I actually believed you."
"Dimples."
"Stop calling me that! Stop acting like you care! Just…stop!" she cries before spinning on her heel and stomping away.
Stop acting like I care? What the fuck?
I growl a curse before storming after her.
She fights like hell when I hoist her up into my arms, hauling her over my shoulder the same damn way I did the day she tried to walk back to the vineyard in the scorching heat dressed in sky-high heels. But she isn't walking away from me again. To hell with that.
"Put me down right now, Ridley Goodson," she shrieks, her little fists pounding against my back. "I swear to God, I'm going to strangle you if you don't."
The guys in the field look up, their eyes locking on us.
I smack Paisley's ass to settle her down…which only enrages her further. Jesus. Why is she so fucking sexy when she's pissed? She's got her teeth in my skin, and all I want to do is tip her over and plow into her until she's too exhausted to move.
"You're an asshole," she shouts as I storm toward her cabin. It's closer than my place. With half the fucking vineyard watching us and my dick pressed up against my zipper, close is a necessity right now.
"No, I'm not."
