Page 3 of The Flip Side of Wait for Me

“Do you do that for all your clients?”

“No.”

“What makes me so special?”

Hilary licked her lips. “Well, you look pretty good in a pair of jeans.”

“Do I?” Nash stepped forward and put a finger under her chin. Fuck. He wanted to kiss, nibble, and suck on her plump lips as he slipped inside her slick twat. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind since the day they’d met.

“I don’t think you know what you’re getting into messing with me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Nash frowned as he dropped his hand and stepped back. He couldn’t drag her into his chaos. “No, you don’t. I have too much baggage for a sweet girl like you.”

“What kind of baggage?”

“Jail. Bad guys. Sister drama. Just a bunch of shit I’m trying to work through.” Nash went back to the bricks he was laying. “You should get back to work before you get in trouble.”

“I won’t.”

“Does your boss know that you’re here?”

“No.”

“Then, how do you know you won’t get in trouble.”

“I don’t care.” Hilary stepped toward him.

Nash sighed. “Hilary, I’m not in a good place right now.”

“Tell me about it. Maybe I can help.” Hilary placed a hand on Nash’s arm.

His arm tingled at the contact. Why isn’t life simple? Years ago, he had thought that it was. Now, Nash knew that there were consequences for every action. Even those deeds that were done with the most noble of intentions.

“No one can help me. It’s something I have to do on my own.” Nash placed a hand on her cheek and stroked his skin. “You are like a tall glass of iced tea. Refreshing and sweet.”

“And, you’re more than just a criminal record.”

Damn her. Hilary made him want things that he couldn’t have. At least until his past was permanently behind him, Nash didn’t have anything to offer this sexy, determined, spitfire of a woman.

“Not right now, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Damn it.” Nash’s eyes flashed with desire as Hilary’s fingers trailed along his chest. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Hilary stood on her tiptoes to meet Nash’s mouth as his descended upon hers. His tongue slipped between her lips as he explored. She arched closer and pressed her body to his. Nash knew he should care about getting her dirty, but he couldn’t find the resolve to push her away.

“You taste sweet,” Nash said against her lips.

“And, you taste sweaty.” Hilary’s eyes twinkled as she stepped back.

Nash laughed and shook his head. God, he liked being around her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed and meant it.

“Can I see you some time?” Hilary asked.

“I shouldn’t, but you are kind of a hard lady to get away from.”

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