Page 39 of Tangled Kisses
I almost say the words aloud.Almost.
Because she is.
And the need to claim her burns so fiercely it’s a wonder the whole diner doesn’t see it blazing off me.
Instead, Piper butts in on our moment. “See, Griffin? Reese is perfect wife material. Wickedly talented in the kitchen, can patch you up if you get hurt, smart as hell and sexy, even if she tries hard not to be.”
Reese shoots her a withering look. “I think that was a compliment.”
“Trust me, it was. Some man should scoop you up and have a thousand babies with you.”
Piper, you’re laying it on thick.
I brace, waiting for her to announce my crush right here in the damn diner.
Waiting for her to tell Reese all the ways I plan to ruin her.
But do I want to know her reaction?
“A thousand? Are you insane?” Reese laughs, shaking her head.
“Three. Maybe four,” I blurt out, a flush climbing my neck at my unplanned admission.
Reese worries her lower lip with her teeth, and I swear it takes everything in me not to grab her to me and never let go.
“You’re hung up on that four number, aren’t you?”
Thank God. She remembers. Our talk that first night.
“It’s a good number,” I murmur, my fingers tracing slow circles on the table and imagining it was her soft skin instead.
Seems she notices and swallows hard. “Yeah, but you’re not the one carrying them.”
“You know I’d help with everything.”
“I do.” Her voice dips low, almost shy, like she didn’t mean to let it slip. She gathers her bags quickly. “I better go before this stuff goes bad.”
“Do you need help?”
Reese shakes her head, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “No. Enjoy your lunch. See you two later.”
And then she’s gone. Do I watch her walk away? Fuck yes, I do.
And for the first time in years, I don’t just want her body. I want her forever.
“Wow, you’ve got it bad.” Piper heaves out a sigh, leaning against the booth. “You know deep down, Griffin, I think you’re a romantic.”
I huff out a laugh, shake my head. “With the right woman, I would be.”
Piper’s eyes flick between me and her sister’s retreating figure. “Just have to meet the right woman, then.”
I can’t look away from Reese, the sway of her hips as she heads toward her car. Every step feels like a tether pulling me tighter.
“Or maybe you already have,” Piper murmurs, smug as hell.
There’s no maybe about it.
My friend smirks before popping another fry into her mouth. “Look, I’m fine with you giving my sister orgasms. But don’t you dare break her heart.”
