Page 48 of Last First Time
Kar blushes, and I love it. Yeah, they aired almost all of the footage, especially the parts where K.T. had basically announced on national television that I was the best she’d ever had. It was good for a man’s ego.
K.T. gives Aunt Opal a sharp look. “Why are you even drinking at this ungodly time of the morning? Shouldn’t you be in in a muumuu watching your soaps or knitting or something?”
Aunt Opal snorts, and slides one of her unreasonably high heels off of her black stocking clad feet. “Honestly, I haven’t been home yet. I’m scared to go anywhere near there with Delilah and the Hot Rookie humping each other all over my beautiful house.”
Kar and I both flinch. Yeah, everyone knows that Jason and Delilah are perfect for each other, but I thought that we—as in most civilized human beings—still had a rule where we don’t talk about our friends’ sex lives.
Aunt Opal looks at the two of us. “Oh, quit it. K.T., you suggested that Reed have a giant statue erected of his peen. Don’t act all shy now.”
I laugh. “She wasn’t talking about my peen, Aunt Opal.”
The mischievous lady’s eyes twinkle. “Go on and get out of here, you two. All this sexual tension is hard for a woman of my advanced years to sit through without going into heat. Go. I’ll lock up when I get drunk enough to leave and then you can come back in time for lunch.”
Opal Hopf slides behind the counter and grabs a bottle of whiskey, plunking it down where she was sitting.
“Also, you’re not charging me for whatever I drink between now and whenever you return from pound town.” She raises her eyebrows at us, and I tuck Kar against me quickly, to stifle the indignant noise she’s almost certainly making.
“Come on, my beautiful fiancée. Let me take you out for a while.” I kiss the top of her hair. Yep, I’m still the luckiest man alive.
Opal cackles as she poured herself a large glass of whiskey neat. “Did you say eat her out for a while?”
Kar cringes against me, her face the color of a beet. I wink at Aunt Opal. “I didn’t, but now that you mention it—”
My voice cuts off because someone shoves her elbow into my ribs. She is sort of curled up in embarrassment, but apparently still dangerous.
I wave at Opal and pull my girl out the door. “Okay, now that we’re safe from the dirty talk, how much longer do you have until Riddles has to close?”
Kar scrunches herself up even smaller, and I sort of hate myself for doing this to her, but it really does need to be discussed. “I’ve got another six weeks. I don’t see how I’m going to get enough income by then, so I’ll have to—”
Her voice cuts off because I am kissing the hell out of her, my lips and tongue doing wicked things to hers even though it’s broad daylight and we are in the busiest part of town, people striding past us on their way to their jobs, to school, to wherever. I kiss her like we’re on a ship that’s about to sink, like it’s my job to render her speechless.
“Oh God,” she pants, when I finally let her up for air. “It’s too early in the morning for all that, Kade. I know what Opal said, but I’m pretty sure she was kidding—”
I devour her mouth again, this time pressing my entire body against hers, so she can feel exactly what I think about the entire situation. And no, we don’t really have time to fool around like this, but I am definitely not going to pass up the chance to kiss her like I mean it.
I figured out what she did for me, but we’ve never actually discussed it. I didn’t even guess that she had that kind of cash on hand. I know her well enough to guess that she’d have some sort of stash of money somewhere, but enough to bail me out of jail in cash? Well, that was a surprise. And speaking of surprises.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I murmur against her lips.
She rocks her hips against me. “It’s not much of a surprise, Rich Boy. Everyone in Valentine is going to see your pocket wood if you don’t knock it off.”
I laugh. “Everyone in the entire Midwest has already seen my pocket wood, thanks to Senator von Esrington. But that’s not what we’re doing this morning.”
Kar smiles at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I heard Aunt Opal’s suggestion earlier. I’m game if you are.” She rolls her hips against me again, leaving me aching.
“You’re such a bad girl, Miss Troudeau. I’ll definitely have to discipline you later.” Her eyes glaze over with heat.
“Oh yes, sir.”
This woman. She is either going to kill me or be the best thing that has ever happened to me. Or probably both.
“Come on, naughty girl. I want to show you something that I’ve been working on.” I reluctantly pull my body away from hers, and then wrap her hand in mine.
We walk across the little cobblestone streets, and I tuck her underneath my arm again. Finally, we reach the courthouse square, where the foot traffic is heaviest. I point to one of the buildings and nudge her to get her attention. “Did you see that someone bought the old Lumbermill building and is fixing it up?”
She smiles, easy and relaxed. “I’m so glad. That building is so beautiful, and it’s been sad to me to see it empty for the last year or so.” She looks at the swarm of workers. “What do you think they’ll do with the space?”
“I’ve seen the permits, actually. Looks like apartments on the upper floor, and they’re putting in a bar or restaurant where the storefront is.”
