Page 62 of Just One of the Groomsmen
“We made a bet, and since I lost, it’s high time I paid up.”
Lexi mouthed something at Addie that he didn’t catch, and she shook her head.
Since he didn’t know what that was all about, he finished making his general goodbye. “Anyway, ball was fun, and we’ll see y’all later.”
Tucker led Addie toward the door, and while she dragged her feet at first, she eventually gave in.
While his glass of water had kept him sober for the drive, he hoped the one beer she’d had would help her forget that she was mad at him.
He pulled open the passenger door of his truck and gestured her inside. She, of course, crossed her arms, going into stubborn-statue mode.
“You don’t want me to make good on our bet?” he asked. “Let me guess, youwantedan excuse to send your goons after me.”
“Personally, I think you deserve a little roughin’ up.”
“You roughed me up plenty on the field.”
“Obviously not enough.”
“Get in the truck.” He stepped closer, pinning her against the open door. “Please, Addie.”
“Don’t you mean Murph?”
So she’d caught that jab. The woman made him so crazy sometimes.
Now.
When they’d first entered the bar.
On the field.
Every second of every damn day since he’d returned to town.
They’d had their arguments in high school, but a different undercurrent flowed during their interactions now, and he couldn’t help thinking that pressing her harder against the door and kissing her would be a good way to relieve the tension.
Only you’re trying not to ruin everything, remember?
“I wantyouin that truck,” he said. “I wanna show you something—only you. Addie, Murph, Addison. I’ll call you whatever you want, just climb in and let me take you somewhere.”
A bit of the anger leaked out of her posture. She huffed, making a big show of how much he’d put her out, and then turned to climb inside.
“By the way, I forgot to tell you somethin’ earlier.” He shouldn’t follow through with the errant thought running in his head, but unable to help himself, he smacked her on the ass. “Good game.”
Her mouth dropped, and he closed her door and rushed around to the other side so he could climb in before she bailed.
“If you think you’re funny, you’re not,” she said.
He fired up the truck and headed down the road. “I thought you wanted me to treat you just like the rest of the guys.”
“I didn’t see you smack any of them on the butt after the game.”
“That’s what we were doing while we were waiting for you and Lexi to talk it out. Looked like it went well.”
She glanced out the window, watching the graying skyline and trees blur past. “Yeah, I think so. You gotta wonder ’bout your mental state when you’regladyou get to go try on dresses.”
He thought of her sexy legs in that lacy pink dress, and “glad” didn’t touch the way he felt about her wearing a dress.
Even in those formfitting yoga pants, he could hardly stop thinking about her legs and her ass, and man, she was sexy no matter what she wore. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in that dress.”
