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“Don’t worry, I won’t dare you to strip and streak through town naked. We’ve already done that,” he winked just to see that pretty red tinge hit her cheeks. His cock thickened and pressed against the back of his zipper when she groaned a sexy little sound.

Fuck.

“Why don’t I stop by the inn this evening and pick you up for dinner? Just the two of us. Tonight,” he added, while he was on a roll. “Just friends. We can catch up.” Hopefully that last part would help smooth out the rough edges of her crinkled-eyed squint and earn him a yes for his efforts.

“I can’t.” Her face went white with a look of dismay.

The knee-jerk answer took him by surprise, but the way her eyes sort of glossed over was a dead ringer he hit a nerve.

“Then you leave me no choice.” He didn’t mind playing dirty when the occasion called for it. Being the oldest came with a few perks. Like knowing how to tip the scales in his favor.

She turned in her seat, small as it was, narrowing her eyes until they were tiny slits of warning daggers. “Aspen Kennedy...” She dropped each syllable of his name like a grenade as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You tell anyone about my slippers and I’ll tell the mayor it was you who crashed into the town’s gazebo back in senior year.”

He scoffed. “You mean us, sweetheart. It was you climbing ontomylap while I was driving. I recall a short, sexy skirt, kissing and the promise of the ‘best, mind-numbing blow job’ that had me swerving and hitting a patch of ice. The gazebo was your fault as much as it was mine. And we only took out a corner.”

He belted out a laugh at the wide-eyed look on her face.

A devious smile replaced the surprised look and the sweet kitten sitting beside him turned wicked. “Sure, go right ahead and blame it on me. You’re the one that said you wanted to do something nice for my eighteenth birthday. If I recall, you didn’t complain.”

Her smile broadened and he liked the way it lit her eyes and flushed her cheeks a pretty pink.

He took in the way she drew her lip between her teeth and had a hard time holding his gaze, but he felt the second she realized the effect she had on him.

“Aspen,” she whispered in a raw, hungry voice.

Fuck.

He needed to stop and get his head straight, but Son-of-a-bitch. Was he crazy? Lose his mind somewhere between hearing Ivy Sunday would be back in his town and waking up this morning? This is the last thing he needed right now, but his dick didn’t care. It tried to pound a way outside his pants just to get to her.

He reached for her and tipped her chin up. “One of the best nights of my life, Ivy Sunday.”

She grinned. “Mine too. So is this a truce.”

“You make it hard to blackmail you so yeah, kitten, truce.”

“We were definitely a little on the wild side and definitely stupid.” She sat back, a victorious smile curving her lips.

Hell, if he didn’t like that smile. He was tempted to pull off on one of the many backroads right now and giving them both some new memories.

Deciding they both needed to focus, he cleared his throat and turned down a gravel road.

“We’re here.”

CHAPTER 5

Out of the corner of her eye she caught him shaking his head, his eyes narrowing.

Uh-oh. If she knew one thing about Aspen it was the expression that took over his face and scrunched up the corners of his eyes as he mulled over an idea.

No way had he accepted defeat so gallantly. She would be wise to keep her eyes and ears peeled for whatever he came up with to get what he wanted.

It would take several Christmas wishes and a few shooting stars to get her to sit opposite him and a candlelight dinner. She knew her limits. Good wine, soothing atmosphere and those dreamy eyes would have her hooked and she couldn’t afford that now, probably ever where Aspen Kennedy was involved.

She’d be in his bed and the walk of shame the next morning didn’t fit into her perfectly planned schedule.

He made her forget all good sense and that was how she got into this mess to begin with. In fact, the lady at the end of this driveway would probably agree with her if it ever came up.

Ayoung lady should always put herself first, then the boys.Her wise anecdotes, once a pain to hear in school, came back to her now. She should have writtenthosedown instead of all her school notes.

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