Page 61 of Small Town Firsts
“When it’s important.”
“You barely know me.”
He let his hand drop and backed up a step. “You’re right.”
“I am?” I shook my head. God, what was wrong with me? He was obviously rubbing off on me and not just skin-to-skin.
“And I’m going to rectify that. Because you’re coming to my house for dinner tonight.”
“Ronan, I think we need to just take a step back, maybe.”
“I know you think you need to think about shit. But maybe that’s the problem.”
“Thinking is a problem?”
“For you? Yes.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Well, you’re going to be very disappointed because that’s me. And it’s not going to change. So if you’re not good with that, we’ve already got problems.”
He crowded into me. “What’s to think about right now? All the reasons we shouldn’t work? That’s easy. How about thinking why we would?” He cupped my face. “Looking for a way in instead of out.”
I opened my mouth to reply and he settled his lips on mine. I curled my fingers into his shirt.
“Good luck with the interviews. I’ll find you later.” He went around my car toward his truck and gave me a smile as he climbed up. “Don’t look so worried, Sunshine.”
I got into my car. “Too bad it’s my default,” I said to no one.
My phone rang in my purse, thankfully giving me a reason to focus on anything but me and Ronan. I dug out my headphones as I turned on the car. Matilda was too old to have a Bluetooth hookup, and she wasn’t worth the upgrade.
Not like I could afford it anyway.
I tucked in my earbud as I answered. “Hey, Beck.”
“I’m at the Taproom.”
I hurriedly snapped my belt and looked over my shoulder as I backed up. “Shit, did we have a meeting today?”
Damn Viking waited until I put my car in drive to leave. I would not have a squishy moment about him being worried about me. Nope. I would not.
I followed his truck down the gravel path to Crescent Lake Road. He took a left and headed into Crescent Cove while I turned back toward Turnbull and the orchard.
“No. I just figured you’d be here. You’re here most mornings.”
“I got a late start.” Very late start that left a memory between my thighs that no shower could soothe. And I wasn’t really mad about it.
“No prob. It wasn’t anything important. We just haven’t checked in with one another much lately.”
Sorry, boss. I was too busy banging the new guy.
“How does tomorrow sound? If you can make time. I have interviews scheduled most of the afternoon, so I’m a little jammed.”
“Sure. I’ve got a light day tomorrow.”
“Cool. Thanks.”
“Everything all right, Key?”
“Yeah. Just…”
