Page 12 of Kiss and Tell

“Not even close,” Joey reassured her, following as she led them to the truck. He claimed his spot in the middle, Miles following him in.

She started the engine, the three of them quiet as they drove down the dark lane. Once they arrived, she put the truck in park.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, turning to look at them.

Miles nodded. “Good night, Lucy.”

“Night.”

Joey leaned toward her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for a great day, honey.”

She smiled, her heart racing at his sweet nickname. Earlier in the day, she’d confided that she was utterly addicted to honey, eating it with everything from apples to pita to cheese. God, she really had talked their ears off.

Lucy watched as they walked to the cabin, Joey stopping at the doorway to give her a wave.

Then, she turned the truck around and headed back to her house, praying for the strength to resist this overpowering attraction.

Joey Moretti, with his winks and endearments and charming smile, was temptation incarnate, which was dangerous enough.

But Miles Williams, with his smoldering looks, deep voice, and dry wit, was turning out to be just as deadly to her libido.

This was not good.

Not good at all.

ChapterThree

“So…” Joey drawled the second they stepped into the cabin and closed the door. “What the fuck, man?”

Miles had been expecting this interrogation from his best friend all day. Mainly because he deserved it.

He’d been out of sorts since waking up this morning. And while he’d tried to pull himself together several times, something always happened to darken his mood again.

“What?” Miles might be in the wrong, but he still refused to admit to his assholery so easily.

“Where the hell was Miles Williams today? Becausethisguy,” Joey waved his hand up and down in front of him, “is not him.”

Miles sighed, fighting back his annoyance. His temper might be banked, but only barely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied.

Joey walked across the room, plopping down on the couch, clearly intent on dragging this out. Miles glanced toward his bedroom, tempted to blow him off and call it a night. Maybe he’d wake up on the right side of bed tomorrow.

“Don’t even think about it.”

He narrowed his eyes at his friend’s threat. Even if hedidmake it to his bedroom, Joey would be right on his heels. Which meant this conversation was happening whether Miles wanted it to or not.

Joey leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “You hardly spoke at all today and when you did, you were surly as hell.”

“How was I supposed to get a word in edgewise? It’s hard enough when it’s just you, but Lucy literally never stops talking.” Not that Miles had a problem with that, really. Listening to Lucy Storm talk was one of the easiest things in the world. She was entertaining, open, honest, sharp as a tack, and witty as hell.

“That’s not true,” Joey countered. “And I’ve never heard you complain about me talking too much before. Jesus, man. Most of the time we’re talking over eachother. So maybe don’t throw that stone in your glass house.”

Miles didn’t bother continuing the argument because his best friend was right. “I’m just tired, Joey. It was a long drive, a longer day, and I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

That part was the truth.

“Why not?”

Jesus. Miles should have known Joey would ask. If he wasn’t truly so tired, he wouldn’t have mentioned his bad night.

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