Page 33 of Inseverable (Carolina Beach)

I stomp forward and throw my hands out. “What? Tell me what is so important you have to interrupt quality face sucking time?”

“Can we have the wine?” Sean asks, looking at Mason who’s doing his best not to crack up.

“Sean!” I yell. “Did you even have to ask? Drink the whole thing for all I care.”

“Thanks, Trin,” he answers all excited-like. “Later, Callahan.”

“Night, Callahan,” Mason says, no longer able to hold back his laughter.

I turn back to Callahan who, like me, is panting. But very unlike me he’s chuckling as he rubs his jaw.

“Sorry,” I squeak.

“It’s all right,” he tells me. But then he says the last thing I want to hear. “I should go.”

We’re not going to have sex against your truck?It’s what I think—and after that kiss no one can blame me. But contrary to popular belief, I don’t always say what I think.

“You don’t have to,” I stammer.

“It’s late,” he says.

“Oh.”Let me rephrase that, how about we have sex against your truck?“Okay.”

He stares at me for a beat then bends to retrieve my flowers and passes them to me. The daisies are broken and the peonies have seen better days. And yet I’m so touched by the sweet gesture from a man who’s so hard and almost impossible to get to know, I find it hard to keep my voice steady. “Thank you, Callahan. They’re lovely.”

His features soften apologetically. “They don’t look quite like they did in the store.”

“I don’t care about that. It’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time,” I tell him truthfully. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

Again he watches me. I’m hoping he’ll change his mind and stay. But he doesn’t.

“Goodnight, Trin,” he says quietly.

I find a way to smile despite my disappointment. “Goodnight, Batman.”

He laughs and hops into his truck. I edge away before I strap myself to the hood, seeing how I err on the side of classy. Mostly. Sometimes. Who am I kidding? Classy left the minute my tongue wanted to make babies with his.

I clutch the bouquet as I make my way down the driveway. That kiss?that toe-curling, mind-blowing, nipple salutingkiss. If Callahan can fire my engine with his lips alone, what’s he going to do when we?

He rolls down the window and calls to me. “Trin?”

I whip back, albeit a little too excited. “Yes?”

He hooks a thumb behind him. “Your house is that way.”

Yes it is. “Oh, I was just going to check to see if we got mail.” Because it’s Sunday after all, and everyone knows mail always comes on Sunday.

His smirk tells me he doesn’t believe me and why would he? Especially since I’m now laughing as my face burns. He chuckles and shakes his head, popping his truck in reverse.

The electronic sensor picks up on the vehicle’s movement and triggers the gate to open. As he passes, he offers me a wink and a grin I feel straight down to my feet. I watch him, wishing he was taking me with him and knowing it won’t be long before he does.

Chapter Eleven

Trinity

Insecurity is a big old bitch, who whores around and likes to have puppies. I used to be fairly confident and pretty well-adjusted thanks to my parents’ constant support.

Everything changed when I found Hunter in bed with Blakeney. I started to doubt everything and everyone, convinced that Happily Ever After was simply a dream never meant to come true.

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