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Ford won’t say anything, but if Wade finds out, I’m sure I’ll get his two cents as well.

Did I fuck up by doing this?

“Yea, Mason’s just giving me a little shit.” I grin down at her. “He doesn’t have any room to talk though.”

“Wait, he’s giving you a hard time about our ages? That makes no sense. I’m pretty sure Lori isn’t that much older than I am…” Her right brow raises.

“Ah, well, no. Not about that. Just warning me not to screw up.” I see how I rate, though.

They’re all quick to jump to her defense.

What about me? What if she’s the one who moves on? Outgrows me?

It’s like I swallowed a rock, a knot forms in my gut. That’d be karma I’m sure for the women I’ve left behind.

Her throaty laugh catches me off guard. “Mason’s probably worried about his investment. He doesn’t want some sappy girl crying in her Cheerios.” She shifts so her blue eyes fix on me. “I’m not delusional. I’ve been well warned about you.” Her mouth tilts in a mysterious smile before she settles back against me.

“Hey, wait a minute. Who’s talking smack about me?” Now I’m really starting to feel like I’m getting a bad rap.

“Just—” Her arm makes a broad sweep towards the windshield. “—everyone.”

I let out a long groan.

Why does that make me want to stubbornly prove them all wrong, including Libby?

By the time we get back to my house, the smell of the pizza is making my stomach rumble.

She walks ahead of me, heading directly to the first cabinet near the microwave. Her midriff shows when she reaches up to open it. Then again on the second.

“Where are your plates?” She flips the third open.

I nod towards the cupboard at the end. “You’d get there eventually.”

I like that she isn’t shy. She just dives right into the stack and pulls out two.

Sliding them onto the table next to the box, she doesn’t pause before turning to the fridge.

The round heart shape of her ass sticking out makes my cock twitch.

“Do you have any bottled water?” she asks as she saunters back carrying two beers.

“No, just the tap.” I hold out my hands for both, opening each, then pass one to her.

“Oh, nice. Our well has sulphur. Tastes faintly like rotten eggs.” She frowns as she sits on the chair next to me. “The barn has a fancier filtration on it than the house does.”

I grab her plate first, making sure her slice gets every piece of pineapple that might possibly be touching my pepperoni side.

“Do you think this will really work? I mean, what if my dad absolutely loses his shit? I don’t want him to hate me.” She takes a long swallow before setting her bottle down. “Maybe I really should just let him sell it all.”

Selfishly, I wouldn’t mind. I could spend more time with her, and Clay could only hate me for fucking his daughter instead of thatandhelping her take his dairy out from under his nose.

Damn.

I am a shitty person.

“What do you really want to do?” I don’t want to get my opinions involved.

It might be coming from my dick. And we all know they don’t make very good decisions.

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