Page 333 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“Someone’s gotta do it before it falls on Buckley.” Dean lifts Harper’s half-full mug to Hart before guzzling it too.
“I’ve had a couple too many beers myself.” Levi sits back, looping his fingers under his belt. “I ain’t seeing straight.”
“You bunch of drunks,” Hart growls, but I agree with him. “What would you have done if I weren’t here?”
They glance at each other, neither able to find an answer.
Hart shakes his head. “Figure it out.”
“Shit.” Dean stands. “I’ll figure it out.”
“Good idea.”
Dean grumbles something about Sterling as he stalks off.
Hart bends down to me. “I have to get back to the barbecue.”
“Okay.”
“Can I get you anything else?”
“I’m good.”
He kisses me again. When he lifts his head, my fingers curl around his neck, and I drag his ear to my mouth.
“Go on, be responsible. I’ll just be here, remembering how your hands felt last night.”
His shoulders tense, and he lets out a slight guttural sound from his chest.
His lips are on mine again. “You drive me wild.”
I smirk against his mouth. “I know.”
“Let’s go, lazy ass.” Hart smacks Levi upside the back of the head. “Meat to grill.”
“Isn’t that Dean’s thing?” His brother tosses a napkin on the table. “Besides, I have to check on my wife.” He makes a beeline in the opposite direction.
“It’s the mayor,” I tell Hart. “He’s got his nose too deep in your barbecue that he’s driving your brothers crazy.”
“He’s driving me crazy.”
“Go tell him the banner is crooked.”
A smirk rises at the corner of his mouth. “On it.”
I watch him strut off. That tight ass in his jeans. His back muscles flex through his T-shirt.
He glances back at me a few times with a promising look of all the things he’ll do to me tonight.
Naughty.
Loving.
I love the way I can rattle him. That big macho cowboy liquifies under my touch.
When I glance back at the table, I hadn’t realized everyone was quiet and now staring at me.
“What?” I ignore that my lips still taste like Hart.
