Page 107 of Meet Me at the Metro

I swear if his and my paths ever cross, I’ll make him question everthinkingabout her again. I’ll take care of what the police didn’ttryto take care of.

She glances up at me like she can hear my angry, raging thoughts, so I release the tightness in my jaw. I don’t want her to see howdamn worked up I’ve been about her situation with her ex. I want to give her a day where she can let the stress of all of that go—a day to forget about his pathetic arse, even if it’s only for a few hours.

I force myself to do the same thing as I stretch an arm around Nora. “Where the hell are you taking us?”

“Like you once—so snidely—told me… that’s for me to know and you to find out when we get there.”

“Touche, Nora.Tou-fucking-che.”

She returns her attention to the passing scenery outside the train window to hide her satisfied grin. While she admires the green fields of crops drenched in the morning light, I admire the attire she’s so graciously sporting today.

She’s styled her golden brown locks in a messy, loose braid that drapes over her shoulder. There are a few loose, wild strands of hair framing her rosy cheeks that I enjoy watching her blow away from her round face every now and again. But the best part of her outfit is her pair of overalls.

The second she put them on in the bedroom this morning, I thought I was going to lose my damn mind. How she manages to make the adorable one-piece denim look so damn sexy is beyond me. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head when I saw how perfectly they shaped her ass as we walked out of the flat.

I’d love to see what they’d look like on her, minus the pretty blue sweater she’s wearing underneath.

Blood rushes to the area between my legs at that thought, so I quickly work on distracting myself.

“At least give me a hint,” I say, slightly strained.

She smirks. “I’m not so sure you’re entitled to that, Teddy.”

I give her thigh a playful squeeze that has her squirming in her seat. It’s a warning.“You don’t think so?”

“I don’t!”

“Think again because now I know another one of your ticklish spots that I can use against you when you’re being obstinate.”

I stretch open my palm to squeeze again, but she relents, “Fine!Fine. One hint.”

“Let’s hear it.”

Her eyes flutter to the ceiling of the carriage as she thinks.

“You’ve got 10 seconds.”

“Whatever.”

“Ten, nine, eight, seven—”

“Gourd.”

“Gourd?”I snort.

She nods.

“What the hell kind of hint is that?”

“A good one. Quit acting like you don’t know what it means.”

“No, actually, I don’t know what it means.”

“Oh, come on! You seriously don’t have a single clue as to what it could be?”

“Not a single clue. Another.”

She crosses her arms against her chest. “Now, you’re getting greedy.”

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