Page 59 of No More Secrets
“And why the hell do you look like you got some?” Beckett grumbled.
“How do I look like I got some?” Carter asked in exasperation.
“You have that smug look on your face, at least from what I can see of it. Summer?”
“I’m not talking about this. And leave my beard and Summer out of it.”
“One of these days I’m going to sneak in here while you’re sleeping and shave it off.”
“Not while Summer’s in his bed,” Jax snickered.
“So itwasSummer.” Beckett was like a dog with a bone or a goat with Jax’s pants.
Damn it. Carter and Summer weren’t doing well with the whole secret thing.
“I’d appreciate it if you kept your stupid mouth shut about it. We’re trying to keep this quiet while we figure things out,” Carter said.
“I should have put money on it,” Beckett muttered.
“I was going to,” Jax said, taking his phone out. “But the odds weren’t worth it.”
“Don’t even tell me this is on Facebook,” Carter barked.
“Just messing with you,” Jax said, slapping him on the back.
“Sometimes I hate you guys,” Carter grumbled.
“Feeling’s mutual,” Beckett said.
Joey interrupted their bickering in her gleaming ’67 pick-up.
She hopped out in curve-hugging jeans and a deep V-neck. Her hair, normally pulled back from her face, hung down her back in soft, loose waves.
“Close your mouth,” Carter muttered to Jax, who was gaping at her like a fish.
“Play it a little cool at least,” Beckett ordered.
“Summer ready yet?” She asked crossing her arms and leaning against a beefy fender.
“I’m here! I’m coming!” Summer hustled out of the open front door. She was wearing some kind of tiny patterned shorts paired with her ankle-breaking sandals that showed off her legs. A body-hugging boat neck sweater didn’t show any flesh, but also didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her blond hair had a little curl to it and those full lips of hers were covered in a slick coat of gloss.
She paused in front of Carter, unsure what to do with an audience. “I’ll see you later?” she asked a little breathlessly.
Carter gripped her by the shirt and yanked her in to him. Even in heels she barely came to his shoulder. He saw the surprise, the quick burst of excitement, just before his mouth claimed hers.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake —”
“Would you two knock it off?”
“For the love of — get a damn room!”
Carter pulled back, smiling when she followed. “Have a good time. Be safe.”
Dazed she would have stepped right off the porch if he hadn’t caught her by the shoulders.
“Bye, Carter,” she whispered.
“Bye, beautiful.”
