She squeezes her legs together.
Which only serves to trap my hand.
“We are going inside,” I tell her.
“But my cabin…”
“Not your cabin.” I shake my head. “My house.”
Her hands press into my back again, and I feel her trying to lift herself. “But we never?—”
Someone clears their throat.
I stop walking, and Courtneystops talking.
Turning my head, I find Fisher and Simpson standing on the other edge of the driveway.
Courtney lets out a sound that can only be described as a squeak.
I school my features. “Something you guys need?”
Fisher’s eyes are bouncing back and forth between my face and Courtney’s.
Simpson snickers. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
I focus on Fisher, giving him an opportunity to say something if he needs to. He’s the closest in age to Courtney. She’s incredibly attractive. He’s single. And I’ve seen how easy they are together.
It would make sense if he had a thing for her.
He can’t have her, but it would make sense.
Fisher runs his tongue along his teeth, then his mouth spreads into a grin. “Like Simpson said. Tomorrow at lunch should be a good time to… catch up.”
I let the side of my mouth pull up, then I start walking again.
Striding to my front steps.
Chapter 172
Courtney
I keepmy face averted from my coworkers as Sterling walks toward his house.
I don’t exactly understand what is going on with Sterling, but I’m certain I don’t want to have the rest of this conversation in front of anyone.
We walk for a few moments before I feel something press against my hip.
“Did you just kiss me?” I keep my voice low even though I can’t see anyone anymore.
The hand between my legs shifts, and I’m well aware of how his touch is affecting me.
“Yeah, Cookie, I kissed you. And I’m going to do more than that in about two minutes.” As soon as he finishes speaking, we start climbing the stairs to his front porch.
I tense.
Sterling is strong, obviously, but I don’t want to move and make him drop me down the steps.
“I got you.” He answers my silent worry.