Page 15 of Unstoppable Love

“Or we could not,” I muttered and went back to slicing my apple. The knife hit the cutting board with force.

Next to me, he chuckled. “What? Scared?”

Oh, the jerk. He was daring me. He knew me well enough to know I hated dares. My pride refused to allow me to back down from them. It wasn’t my only weakness, but one of my biggest. The other biggest weakness was moving closer to me, smelling so damn good with whatever body wash or soap or whatever he used.

I spun on my feet and glared at him. “I thought you said you were going to make yourself scarce.”

His eyes widened—so damn blue, they were obscenely gorgeous. He reached out, and I paused until his hand brushed against my wrist, and he moved my arm. “Perhaps be careful where you’re aiming that.”

I glanced down. I’d spun and had the knife pointed directly at his gut. Right. He had a point.

I allowed him to uncurl my fingers from the knife’s hilt and set it on the counter. It was then I realized he was touching me. Softly.

Tenderly.

I swallowed and stepped back, putting space between us.

“So, grocery store?” he asked, and I swore he wore a hopeful little smirk I pretended not to see out of the corner of my eye.

“Fine,” I muttered and tossed an apple slice into my mouth.

Whatever. It was the grocery store.

It was an hour or two of our time.

How hard could it be?

Chapter 5

Cameron

I was the king of bad ideas. Caleb used to give me shit for it all the time. Somehow, whenever I went searching for fun, that fun usually ended my ass up in deep water. Normally, on the back of a horse. Sometimes tugging a calf up Main Street in our hometown.

In my defense, it wasn’t my fault the day one of our steers got loose. That was the result of a wicked summer storm.

But when I went out riding to lasso the big old jerk, did I end up with us both stuck in knee-deep mud so my oldest brother, Dalton, had to come pull us out?

Yeah.

None of my ideas were as bad as goading Ava to get her sweet little ass with her tanned thighs and that stupid, fucking horrific sunshine scent into the cab of my pickup truck.

So what if I wanted to get Ava to admit something between us happened. Sure would be a hell of a lot easier for her to scream at me and yell at me for being such an asshole to her all those years ago than admitting I remembered every beautiful, sexy minute of her hands exploring my body.

Except now I was stuck in the smallest, enclosed space I’d shared with Ava since we were both in high school, and she was huffing and puffing so hard next to me, ignoring me, while pissed. It was a wonder she hadn’t blown my Super Duty Ford pickup truck off the road.

There was no reason to be pissed. She could have said no to the trip.

I could have also not been an idiot and considered how I’d react to her closeness, but there we were, ignoring each other, steam building in my truck as I drove us down the hill of my neighborhood and into town.

Me, continually shooting glances at her creamy thighs. Her slim fingers were fisted together in her lap. The way her skintight shorts rode up while she hid her eyes behind a pair of sunglasses she’d thrown on earlier and stared out her window.

“How’s work going?”

“Fine.”

Fine. Awesome word. Loved it.

“Busy?”

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