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“I know. And I’m sorry. I’m a jerk, but I just couldn’t stay away any longer. I needed you to know how I really felt. No more games. Just truth.”

“Just truth?” she asks quietly.

“Yes.”

Ava blinks back unshed tears and returns my nod. “Okay, Jennings. I believe you.”

The grin that stretches across my face is so wide it almost hurts. But fuck if I don’t feel like I’ve just won the lottery. I bring her hand to my lips and brush a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “Fucking finally,” I mutter.

She chuckles and playfully swats at my shoulder. “All right, time to woo me, Mr. Tate.”

Chapter Six

Dinner with Jennings was way better than I expected. We talked like adults, with only a small amount of teasing and bickering. Shocker, right?

At the end of the night, he dropped me back to my car at the library, backed me up against the side of it, and kissed me senseless. Then he waited until I was safely inside before getting back in his own vehicle. It was, by all accounts, a perfect first date.

I half expected him to follow me home and give me what I know we both wanted. But he didn’t. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. Instead, I climbed into my bed, alone. Well, almost alone.

My rabbit vibrator and the memory of Jennings eating me out this afternoon kept me company and delivered all the O’s I needed to fall asleep with a satisfied smile on my face.

The text alert chiming from my phone draws me out of a delicious dream, and I grumble as I snatch it off my dresser.

UNKNOWN: Picnic today. Be ready at 11. I’ll pick you up.

I frown, annoyed to be woken by a message that clearly isn’t even for me.

ME: Sorry, dude, you’ve got the wrong number.

Moments later my phone dings again.

UNKNOWN: Does the person reading this have stunning blue eyes, a killer temper, and a pussy so sweet I’ve been stroking my cock to the memory of its taste on my tongue all night?

My eyelids flutter rapidly.

ME: Jennings?

UNKNOWN: Ding. Ding. Ding.

I roll my eyes. Asshole.

ME: How’d you get my number?

JENNINGS: Your little friend from the library, Margo. She gave it to me yesterday. Problem?

ME: No, no problem. You could have just asked me for it though.

JENNINGS: And where would the fun be in that? Besides, you’d probably give me a fake number.

I chuckle because I totally would have. Before I can text him back, another one pops up on my screen.

JENNINGS: Now, back to the picnic. I’ll pick you up at your place at 11. Wear a dress and those sexy as fuck heels you had on yesterday.

ME: Bossy much?

JENNINGS: You have no idea, but you will… soon.

I grin at my phone like a mad woman, my girly bits tingling in anticipation. Today, we’re going to do the business. I just know it. And I’m so ready.

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