Page 43 of Those Who Are Bound

They finished off the last of the holes, and he did land hole-in-ones on the fifteenth and seventeenth. He missed on the eighteenth, his disc rebounding off the metal rim.

Walking back across the street toward the parking lot, Elliott asked, “Okay, what do you want?”

Jonah looked at her. “Whatever I want?”

Her stomach flipped and her cheeks colored, her memory not having to go too far back to recall the hard length of him pressed against her, pressing into her, and she nodded, glancing askance at him in anticipation. “Whatever you want.”

“I want two things.”

She tried not to appear startled, even though her pulse sped up. She quipped, “Let’s not get too greedy, Mr. Montgomery.”

Jonah reminded her, “You said whatever I want.”

“I did. What is your first request?”

“Pizza. I’m starving.”

Elliott raised an eyebrow, confused and disappointed. “Oh. That’s… unimaginative but doable. Do you have a specific place in mind?”

“Yes. It’s in Downtown Overland Park; I’ll drive.” He headed toward his Jeep.

Elliott smiled over at him. He was still willing to continue this date with her even though she’d had another meltdown. She was averaging one per date; why was he still around? Instead of questioning it, she followed him.

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