Page 30 of Sin With Me
Makes me worried I’m behind in life being in my early thirties with neither a husband, kid, or career. But I don’t blame her. I’ve wondered that more times this past year than ever before.
“Yep. After waitin’ four hours for them to process him, I fell asleep, so Wilder drove us here,” I tell her.
“Hm…interestin’.” Noah grins around a sausage link, her eyes lingering over my face.
After lunch, I say goodbye to everyone and then Wilder walks me out to my truck.
“Do you want me to drive you back to the barn?” I ask, although it’s just down the road.
Things are awkward now.
That’s what I get for mauling him like a horny animal.
“Nah, it’s a five-minute walk.”
“You’ll let me know how tomorrow goes?” I ask, jumping into the driver’s seat.
“Yep…assumin’ I don’t get locked up right away. So if ya don’t hear from me, bring bail money.”
I start the engine, then roll down the window before closing the door.
“That’s not funny,” I deadpan. The Hollises have more than enough money to bail his dumb ass out, but I’d still hate to seehim get jail time for something that involved me swerving in the first place.
“Don’t worry. I’ll sweet-talk my way outta it.” He winks, leaning his elbows through the open window.
“That smug attitude is what gets you into trouble.”
“So you shouldn’t even be surprised at this point, right?”
That devilish smirk of his is why girls drop to their knees for him.
“I guess not. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good luck.”
His face is close to mine, almost too close, so I pull my seat belt over my chest and click it into place, then wait for him to get the hint to back away so I don’t run over his boots.
“Delilah…” He rises on his feet and leans in further. “Don’t think we aren’t talkin’ later about that kiss and you comin’ on my fingers. But for now…” He brushes his lips against my cheek and presses them softly against my skin. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
I’m too shocked by his bold move that it takes me until I get home fifteen minutes later to process that he said he’d beseeingme tomorrow.
Not sure what he means by that considering I work all day. We don’t normally see each other during the week either.
And I hate that a part of me gets excited about that thought.
“Girl, where the hell have you been and why do you look like you got railed all night long?” Matilda, my best friend sinceelementary school and roommate for the past few years, blurts the moment I walk into our apartment. She works at Lacey’s with me and it’s always a blast when we’re scheduled together.
I drop my bag and keys on the table and then slide off my shoes. “Such a long-ass story. I need to shower and then I’ll give you the CliffNotes.”
“Screw that. I want the fully detailed story.” She grins, curling up higher on the couch. “Especially wanna know who gave you that hickey.”
“What?” I rush to the bathroom and scream when I look in the mirror.
Thatmotherfucker. He didn’t even tell me and no doubt he saw it.
No wonder Noah was grinning at me.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, exiting the bathroom and shaking my head.
“So…who is he?” Mattie drawls.
