Page 74 of Come Back to Me

“It is. Some things are easier to let go of than others.”

“Like Zee’s diabetes?”

“Very astute of you. Knowing that there are three of us helping her out is a massive weight off my shoulders.”

“Problem shared is a problem halved.”

“Even better when it’s in thirds.”

Her words soothe some of my rancor. Some. Not all. Colt’s still a jerk for forgetting that our brother only just graduated from high school as well as taking so long to loop me into exactlywho Zee works for.Butas she eats, I decide that I can’t take any more fried chicken.

“You good to continue home?”

“Apple pie first?”

I snort. “Sure.”

Once I’ve procured the goods from the drive-thru, I get back onto the highway. No sooner am I cruising than she resumes her soft, lilting hum.

I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know she’s doing it.

How that’s possible, I’ve no idea, but maybe it’s her version of purring?

Rolling my eyes at the dumb connotation, I try to relax to the gentle susurration, but all it does is amp me up.

Itisrelaxing.

Soothing.

So why does it drive me crazy?

Because I want to taste her lips?

God, it’d be even better if she was choking on my dick as she hummed.

My hands tighten around the steering wheel as lust pummels me.

And it’s like nothing I’ve experienced before. This want for her, thisneed, it’s different. Unique. Yet that wealth of history, of secrets, between us is acting like the biggest cockblocker.

The bitch of it all? The shitty sex she’s had in her life would stop the instant she becomes mine, and that connection she craves, we could have that together.

The gates to the Seven Cs creak open at the push of a button on my dash.

“The sky’s so clear.”

“Beautiful night,” is my gruff retort.

“Do you... maybe want to go to one of the lakes?”

I grow still. “Stargazing?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you want to practice your music?”

“I-I can do that later.”

I think about that dance back at the bar.

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