Page 49 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“I’m crazy about them. It’s been cool watching them develop personalities and become mini-adults.”

“It’s terrifying.”

“Let’s finish the fun.” I held out my hand to get Leo back on his feet.

He joined me in standing up. I planted another kiss on his lips, leaving him yet again shocked.

“All right. Let’s do this!” I jogged in place to get my body moving. As soon as I pushed off to start my run, Leo grabbed my shirt and pulled me back.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What?”

“What’s with all the kissing this morning?” He looked at me like I was crazy, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes I couldn’t decipher.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He cocked his head. “The kissing over coffee, and now. I didn’t dream all that out of thin air.”

Like the way I dreamed about kissing you last night?

“I had this epiphany this morning. It’s kind of brilliant when you think about it. To get better at kissing—I mean, to make it more believable. Because you’re already good—” I shook my head, forcing myself to get words straight and not dig myself into an even more awkward hole. “The more we do it, the more comfortable we’ll feel, the more natural it will look at Applefest and anywhere else we have to swap spit.”

“Who says swap spit?”

“Who says Lover’s Lane?” I crossed my arms.

He laughed like he was staring down a crazy person. That might have been forty percent true. But the majority of me made sense. My plan sounded better when I said it aloud, even if it was actually a cover. Because for some odd reason, I really wanted to kiss Leo more.

I wasn’t ready to unpack that. Hell, I hadn’t unpacked my actual luggage yet.

“So you’re going to what? Keep kissing me randomly throughout the day?” he asked.

“If that’s what it takes.” My dick jumped in my shorts. “It’ll help to wipe the shocked look off your face when we kiss.”

“I’m shocked because you’re kissing me at random!”

“That’s what couples do!” I yelled back, my voice going to Seinfeld-octave levels. “Has it really been that long since your last relationship?”

He grumbled in frustration, which I found incredibly adorable.

“Soon, we’ll be kissing like it’s old hat. Old tongue.”

Leo pulled his leg into a quad stretch, which made his shirt stretch across his chest…and made me stare blatantly.

“What are you looking at?” Leo peered down at this chest.

“I’m gazing at you lovingly for practice. Man, you belong in a nunnery.” And not because he looked damn fine in black and my mind was scrambling with what he could do to me in a tight confession booth with a pair of rosary beads.

Oh, heavenly father, I am sinning, and I can’t stop. I really hoped this plan would help me mellow out. The more I kissed Leo, the faster I’d get these weird feelings out of my system.

“This is ridiculous. We can’t kiss all the time.” Leo laughed it out, but his voice was still strained in frustration.

But then I remembered who I was dealing with.

“If you insist.” I leaned down for a stretch. “I had a feeling you couldn’t handle this.”

Leo quirked an eyebrow. “What’s that mean?”

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