Page 15 of Whiskey Reveals

He hung up, swallowed hard, then went to take a quick, cold shower since he didn’t need to head to Melody’s with an erection from hell. It would probably all go to waste anyway since as soon as he saw her, he’d get hard all over again. But he’d at least try.

He looked down at his dick and sighed.

Okay, maybe two cold showers.

As soon ashe stepped into the big house that had always called to him, he knew that any cold showers he took when it came to Melody wouldn’t help.

He was hard all over again just looking at her in her tight jeans, comfy, cotton shirt, and bare feet.

How could toes be so sexy?

“Thank you so much for coming. I actually just tried to call them to ask for help, but I ended up on like four different ‘press one to enter’ panels and still couldn’t talk to a customer service guy. I’m so freaking annoyed. But, I made iced tea with honey. And if this doesn’t work, I might add whiskey to it.

Their eyes met at the word whiskey, and both of them froze, their gazes locked.

He’d never look at the liquor the same way ever again. Not after her.

“Tea sounds good. Let’s hold off on any extras until can see if I can figure anything out with your box.”

He held back a cough at that, and her eyes brightened.

“Well, my box is over there.” She winked, and his cock strained against his zipper.

He did his best not to look down below her waist at her personal box. Jesus, he was going to hell. But he followed her into the living room anyway, ignoring any ache down below and doing his best to forget the sexual tension burning between them.

Something he was learning he would have to get better at if he were going to survive Melody living in Whiskey.

By the timethe cable box lay forgotten on the coffee table, wires and empty cups of tea next to it, two hours had passed, and Fox was ready to throw the damn thing across the room.

“It’s haunted. That’s the only thing I can think of.” Melody sat next to him, the heat of her thigh pressed into his. His cock was beyond ready, and he had a feeling he was just going to have to get used to a perpetual state of hardness from now on.

“I cannot believe we tried fourteen things, finally got the place on the phone, and it’s still not working.” He’d lost any cred he might have had with being able to fix things. And all because of a damn cable box.

“I hate it. They may be sending a new one—which they wanted to charge us to install. At least between us, I think we convinced them to do it for free—but they still wouldn’t tell us if we lost the DVR settings or not. Grandma isn’t going to be happy.”

Fox reached out and squeezed her hand. “We’ll figure it out.”

He liked saying that. We. As if it were the two of them.

Friends, he reminded himself. They were friends.

“Thanks for everything, Fox. I guess this isn’t how you wanted to spend your day.”

“It’s what friends do. And I had fun, even when we were yelling at the damn thing. I should go, though, since I bet you have work to do, and I promised myself I’d get my yard looking somewhat decent.”

They both stood up as she smiled, and he had to do his best not to reach out and touch her. It wasn’t easy, but he was stronger than the temptation. Maybe.

“I owe you one,” she said softly as they walked to the front door. “Seriously.”

“I’ll put you to work doing yard work if you want.”

She laughed again, and he took it in, the sound soothing his soul. “I don’t know if I owe you that much.”

They paused in the foyer, their gazes meeting, and a heated silence stretching between them.

“This doesn’t count as the owing,” he whispered then kissed her, knowing it was a bad idea.

He crushed his mouth to hers, her gasp lost in the kiss. Soon, her back was against the wall, his hands on her face as he deepened the kiss. He didn’t touch her anywhere else, and their bodies remained a breath apart, but they were close enough that he could feel her heat.

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