Page 61 of Dump Tackle My Heart
“We’ll be right there, mate!” I shout. “Hold your bloody horses!”
I glance back at Dani, who’s biting her bottom lip like she’s doing math.
Probably calculating how to get from bed to clothes to dignity without mooning the entire rescue party.
I see her dilemma.
So I lean out and bellow, “Get the fuck away from the house so Dani can get dressed!”
“Bloody hell!” comes Koa’s muffled reply. “Didn’t know you werethatfar gone. Sorry, Miss PR Lady! I’ll avert my eyes!”
“Oh my God!” Dani cries, burrowing deeper into the blanket. “Now theyknowI’m naked!”
“Well, yeah.” I shrug. “But they’re all married or good as. And terrified of you because you can make them look like the washed up sorry old men they truly are online! You’ll be fine.”
“I heard that! And I ain’t that old!” Koa barks from outside.
She narrows her eyes at me like she’s debating whether or not to kill me and make it look like an accident.
Still, she stands, dragging the blanket with her like some sexy-ass burrito, then starts hopping into her clothes with all the grace of a woman being watched.
I don’t watch.
Okay.
Idowatch.
Every. Damn. Second.
Because she’s cute.
She’s chaotic.
She’s everything.
And I’m already so far gone for her, it’s not even funny.
CHAPTER 20-DANIELA
The smellof bacon and fresh coffee is doing its best to soothe the awkwardness, but let’s be honest—nothing short of a time machine could erase the sexual tension still crackling in the air like leftover static from a thunderstorm between Hudson and me.
I take a cautious bite of the sandwich Koa handed me.
It’s warm and delicious, and I’m almost convinced to relax, until I notice Hudson’s stare fixed on me in the rearview.
Before I can respond or react, Koa opens his mouth.
“You could look a little more grateful, bruh,” he starts.
Hudson glares.
“At least Coach and Luca are in their own truck,” he mutters.
“What—you didn’t think I could fit Great Dane and Luca fucking Warden in here with you lot, did ya?” he jokes, gesturing toward the packed cab of his massive truck.
Three of us fit across the bench. Sorta. Not really. I mean the Jackson boys are enormous, and I’m not small.
But Hudson manages to pull me closer to him so I’m not touching his brother in the least. It’s cute, if a little boorish.
