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He nodded. “I know. I’m creating steampunk marketing images for Lady Robin’s, and selling my books at their Fourth of July pop-up shop. I’m friends with Robin, and I’ve emailed with your sister a bit.”
Her mouth dropped open, and he worried that he’d screwed up. Then she laughed. “That’s crazy. Small world.”
She downed the rest of her snow cone. It colored her lips a vivid red. As she set her cup aside, her bra strap slipped down her arm. It was baby blue and shiny. He fixed it for her, and her breath caught, a blush blazing over her cheeks.
“I’d love to—”
“Can I be—”
“You first,” Leo said.
She bit her lip and frowned. He wished he could soothe that bitten lip with his tongue, but that was his horniness talking.
“I was going to ask if I could be frank with you,” she said. Her words were formal, but there was an underlying tension in her voice.
“Of course.”
“I’d love to see your RV … like, now.”
Leo leaned back to see her more clearly. A sly smile briefly appeared on her face.
“Gotta shoot my shot, am I right?” she said.
Maybe her horniness was talking too. There was definitely a conversation to be had.
Chapter Three
Rosie hadno idea what she was doing. Well, that wasn’t totally true. Currently, she was following Leo to the KOA at the outskirts of the city. To see his RV. That he lived in. Like one of those people onTiny House Hunters.An RV that was hopefully full of his art.
Thoughts pinged around in her head. Not full thoughts, but comic book bubbles of desire:kiss me, stubble on my thighs, stern teacher, sour cherry, kiss me.
She was pretty sure she was going to kiss Leo Whittaker. Shewantedto kiss him. She wanted to shove his head between her legs and order him to lick her to orgasm, if she were honest, but she wasn’t quite that bold.
Maybe she should be. Maybe the Summer of Rosie needed a big dose of oral sex. That could be her newest hobby—discovering her clitoris again.
She hadn’t felt this horny in … years? Her sex life with Landon had not been great during the final gasps of their marriage. Every fuck had been wrapped up in an argument, which, granted, had sometimes been hot. Those moments of anger and hurt and sex had ripped her apart afterward, made her feel vulnerable, but not in a healthy way. Not in the way sex should.
So yeah, coping with that by following her long lost sweetheart to the woods to bang sounded super smart and healthy.
Leo’s sleek, silver Airstream was parked behind a big pickup, and she watched as he wheeled his motorcycle to the back of the campsite.
He smiled as she met him at the door of the trailer. He’d grown an inch or so since they were eighteen. He used to be shorter than her, but now they were the same height. His body was wiry and powerful, and he looked so comfortable in his own skin. The summer sun gilded his dark eyelashes and enhanced the green of his eyes. He was fucking yummy, basically.
He sat on the Airstream’s step and held her hips between his hands.
“Quick chat, okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
Was he pumping the breaks? That was fine. She was well acquainted with rejection, but it might take a bottle of wine and a vibrator to get over it tonight.
“I’m assuming something hot is gonna happen when we get in there. I have a good bill of health, and I get tested often.”
Oh. She hadn’t even thought about that, which was a true testament to how long she’d been out of the dating game.
“I was tested about a year ago after … I mean … Everything was fine, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Leo’s head was tipped back to study her. He was certainly reading all kinds of truths in her hesitation. It wasn’t the end of the world to say, “Hey, I haven’t had sex since my ex-husband. He cheated on me a lot,” but she preferred that Leo just make an inference, and they could move along.
