Page 104 of Offside Attraction

Country rolled his eyes. “The lawyer that helped us with the adoption.”

Rhonda frowned. “Tyler’s friend?”

“Tyler’s ex-mom.” André bit his lower lip. “I’ve always wanted to seduce someone’s mom.”

Rhonda laughed out loud. “Wait, how old is she?”

Country shook his head. “Younger than me.”

Her eyes widened, and André waggled an eyebrow. “Tell him. I speak French. That means I’m automatically more charming and romantic than any of you. This woman is new to the city, she could use a friend.”

Rhonda grinned at him and plucked a cracker and slice of cheese from the plate. “Good luck with that, slugger.”

She squeezed Country’s arm and said another heartfelt congratulations, then walked to the edge of the living room. She paused to tap a quick text to Jordan.

Home in thirty. Meet me there?

Then wound her way back through the group to her friends.

Epilogue 2

Jordan

Jordan's truckidled for a moment before he killed the engine. Rhonda’s headlights flashed as she turned into the driveway, and his pulse quickened. He’d been sitting on the street for barely twenty minutes, and it had felt interminable.

He stepped out into the cold as soon as she parked. By the time she opened her door, he was there behind her, boots crunching on the snow-covered driveway.

“You beat me home,” she teased.

Jordan followed her in, shaking the snow from his boots. “If you didn’t treat every party like a closing ceremony, I wouldn’t have.”

She laughed, hanging her keys on the hook by the door. “I like it when you’re jealous.”

Jordan grabbed a handful of her left butt cheek as he walked past to the kitchen. He placed the white bakery box on the counter.

Rhonda sidled up next to him. “Those look amazing.”

“You can take one. But the rest are for the breakfast.”

She grinned, shoving a hand into his back pocket. “Mm. Generous.”

He couldn’t take it a second longer. He’d worked three shifts over the past two days, and he needed her clothes off. Immediately.

Jordan turned and pulled her against him, but Rhonda wriggled free. “What’s this?” She pointed at the small wrapped box next to the cinnamon rolls.

“Something you can open in the morning.”

She scoffed. “You can’t dangle that?—”

“All I do is dangle.” He slipped his cold hands up the back of her shirt, and she gasped.

“Hilarious.”

“You set me up for that one.”

Rhonda kissed him, then dragged her lips over his jaw and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. He panted involuntarily as she said, “If you let me open it, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jordan groaned and fumbled for the gift with his free hand. Rhonda pulled back, her eyes shining. She took the box from him, and he kept his hands looped around her waist as she opened it.

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