Page 162 of Exes and Oh Hell No

"Big bad Ford found me," I sing song, gyrating my hips like I’m dancing around a pole, poking the bear one last time.

Connor, who is still reeling from Allie’s singing, snorts. “Oh, shit. Harper’s gonna die.”

Jake shakes his head. "She’s gonna wish she was dead."

My eyes move to my fiancé.

His eyes burn into me.

He doesn’t say a single word, just stalks forward.

I feel the heat of his body as he gets closer, reminding me of an inferno.

I’m hot, ready to take off his shirt.

But then, my buzz momentarily clears my brain fog as I see that look.

The one he gave me in the coal storage building, when he unrelentingly edged me.

Oh, shit.

Fear swims through my veins.

Panic makes my mouth so dry, it’s like cotton.

And before I can even think of running, he grabs me….

And rips me off the fucking table.

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HARPER

Idon’t even get a second to breathe.

One second, I’m standing.

The next, Ford has me thrown over his shoulder, storming through the bar like a man on a mission.

“Ford!”I kick my legs, laughing. "You’re overreacting!"

He slaps my ass.

Hard.

I gasp.

The whole bar erupts in cheers.

And Gram?

That old traitor is laughing her ass off, holding up a bottle of whiskey. “Drag her out, grandson!” she hollers. “Teach her a lesson.”

Oh, God.

Did she just wiggle her hips like a drunken stripper?

“Gram!” I screech. “Why are you like this?”

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