Page 88 of Huckleberry Hill
I lifted a glass of wine and held it out to him.
He took it and then I took mine. I sipped it and nodded. “That’ll do.”
“Hadley,” he said quietly.
“Try the wine,” I suggested.
“Hadley.”
I grinned. “Are you jealous?”
“No. Jealousy is stupid and destructive.”
“You sound jealous,” I remarked. “You really should try the wine.”
He took a sip. “Happy?”
“Delighted. And not just that you tried the wine.”
He opened the oven and slid the nachos into it before closing the door again. He set the timer and then grabbed my hand to lead me to the couch. “You’re completely evil.”
“What? No, I’m not.”
We sat down next to each other, and Declan pointed to my painted toenails. “I call bullshit. You’re totally evil.”
I wiggled my toes. “What? These? How is this evil?”
“Your toes are kind of adorable.”
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“You’re a foot guy? Please tell me you’re not a foot guy.”
“You can be a pelt woman, but I can’t be a foot guy?” he asked with a raise of his brows.
“I knew you’d never let me live it down,” I muttered.
“I’m not a foot guy. I just think you have cute toes. We can move past this conversation if you want.”
“I want.”
“Back to the evil thing. You wore a sundress.”
“Yeah . . .”
“Evil,” he stated seductively. “And now you won’t answer a simple question. Are you also dating Wade?”
I sighed. “No, I’m not dating Wade.”
“Was that so hard to admit?”
“No.” I paused. “Is that all?”
“Is that all what?”
“Do you believe me?”
