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She does this shit on purpose, I just know it.
I ain’t complaining.
Just as she’s about to set down her parcel, she reaches inside and pulls out a cold beer.
Well damn.
“I thought you might like one since you’re almost done.” Her amber eyes shine in the last of the sun. “And I made you a crispy chicken wrap.”
I’m still in awe of her cooking skills. She hasn’t asked me for anything fancy on the grocery list, but she comes up with some of the most amazing meals.
“Thank you.” My stomach growls its appreciation too.
“It’s the least I can do.” She hangs from the handles in such a way that it crushes her chest tightly, accentuating her…assets. “I mean, you take care of me. You even turned down a sure fuck for me. That’s worth at least a snack.” Her wink is slow.
Provocative.
Then she purses her lips in a pause and lets go.
I have to sit and watch her perfect ass strut across the field before I refocus on the remaining task at hand.
I’ve never jacked off in my tractor before, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.
Smell like a...
Elena
There has to bea connection. I’m sure of it.
I just need to remember.
Flipping through the stack of photos and papers that Wade brought, the corners start to show signs of how many times I’ve shuffled through them.
Some are spread out in matching sets. Similar faces that trigger vague memories.
Cynthia is depending on me. Despite all the fun and games I have teasing Wade, she’s my main focus.
I just keep feeling like I’m missing something.
A wave of hot air washing over me makes me glance up to see Wade’s silhouette stepping through the front door.
“You’re home early. Not enough people speeding?” Instinctively, I jump up and move into the kitchen.
“Rough morning.” He lets out a sigh, but doesn’t elaborate.
The firm set of his jaw and distant gaze reminds me of when my father would come home from work. Years of tiptoeing around him ingrained me to never look idle.
“Want some water?” Pulling a glass out, I don’t wait for Wade’s reply before pushing it into the fridge door for the ice maker to fill it.
“Elena, you don’t have to wait on me,” he grunts, dropping onto his chair at the table. His dark eyes sweep over the piles of papers. “Hard at it, huh?”
“I’m worried about my sister,” I admit softly, sliding the chilled cup to him before folding my foot under me to sit in my spot. “I’ll get it cleaned up by dinner.” As if to prove my point, I start sliding some of the small stacks together.
His thick finger circles the top of his drink slowly. “You love her very much.”
That makes me pause. “Of course I do. I’d do anything for her.”
He tilts the glass making the cubes clink against the side. “Do you do that for everyone you care about?”
