Page 20 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“Nah. You know her. She eats small portions all day long.” He looks down at his shoes, and for a moment, I swear he blushes.

I narrow my eyes. “When Gram texted you… did you tell her who you were with?”

His lips curl into a smirk. “Yeah, I responded when I grabbed our food from the cashier.”

I nod, trying to keep from laughing. “No wonder you ordered her cheese fries. I don’t think it’ll help. She’s gonna bust your balls when you get home.”

His chest rumbles with laughter, vibrating through the night air. It sinks into my skin, chest, and bones, storing itself like a memory I don’t want to lose.

“Of course she will.” His voice lowers, and I think I hear him mutter, “She already has.”

I let it go, not wanting to pry.

I stop by my silver sedan, facing him with a smile. “Well, this is me.”

The streetlamp overhead casts shadows across his face, but I don’t need light to know every inch of him by heart.

A mixture of desire, fear, lust, and something dangerously close to hope rolls through me.

It feels like old times.

But it’s not.

The past and present are colliding, and I don’t know whether to run or lean into them.

Ford rests his hand on the roof of my car, his fingers idly tapping against the metal. “Get inside and lock your doors. Start your car and wait until I’m in Gram’s SUV.”

His eyes flick over to it across the dimly lit lot before moving back to mine. “Make sure you wear your seatbelt.”

A wry smile curls my lips. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes darken, heat simmering beneath his smirk.

There’s something dangerously sexy about him.

My stomach flips, and my body goes rigid as tension simmers in the air between us.

It reminds me of the hum of the fluorescent light bulbs in my office, burning brighter before it blows out.

Dear God, don’t think about blowing.

You were already on your knees in front of the man’s dick tonight.

Ford smirks like he knows what I’m thinking.

Before I humiliate myself further, I unlock my door and slide inside.

His gaze burns into me as I fasten my seatbelt and start the car.

I crack the window. “Thanks for dinner. The food was amazing, and so was the company.”

His smirk turns downright sinful. “You’re welcome. I had a great time.”

His Adam’s apple bobs, like there’s more he wants to say, but instead, he rasps, “Lock your doors.”

I do as he says, pressing the button with a soft click.

Satisfied, he nods and pivots toward Gram’s SUV.

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