Page 4 of Extra Witchy

“You didn’t tell me your name, prospective third husband.” She stepped into his space and tilted her head, peering up at him through her lashes.

“Trevor. Friends call me Trev.”

“Do you think we’ll be friends?” There was no mistaking that flirtatious tone, the gentle brush of her hand over his bare forearm.

That innocuous touch felt better than it should have, reminding him just how long it had been. It was a little embarrassing how touch starved he felt. Trev paused, unsure what he was supposed to say.If she’s messing with me…

Before he could respond, she went on, “I hope not.”

She came over here to fuck with my head? That’s so not on.He spoke through clenched teeth. “Oh yeah? Well—”

“Because you’re totally my type, and it’ll piss me off if you friend-zone me. I just wanted to put that out there first thing.” Then her gaze legit wandered up and down his body, elevator-eyeing him in a way he’d never experienced.

I think I like it.

In the abstract, it wasn’t respectful to objectify people, but it had been so damn long since anyone looked at Trev like he was worthwhile, let alone desirable, that a minor spark went through him, just from the way she was inspecting him. He stifled the urge to straighten his shoulders, like he was a horse she might decide to ride.Wait, bad analogy.Or considering how her regard intensified, maybe it was the right one after all.

“What do you think? Am I the kind of woman you find attractive? Shit, that was presumptuous, wasn’t it? That’s if you—”

“I do,” he blurted. “Like women. I mean, frankly I’d consider anyone if our personalities clicked, but…” He took a breath, wishing he didn’t have to do this. “Are youseriouslytrying to hook up with me right now?”

Leanne smirked, and it was such a cute expression that his breath caught. “What was your first clue, Surfer Boy?”

“I’m not a surfer. I mow lawns and I need a haircut.”

“You really want me to call you Lawn Boy?” she asked in a skeptical tone.

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s copyrighted.”

She laughed. “Damn, you’re funny. The cute ones rarely have the personality to match. Looks like this is my lucky night. Could be yours too if you’re down.”

Be a decent person. Be a decent person.He looped that thought a few times then took a breath.I can’t believe I have to do this.

“Normally, I’d be all over that offer, but I suspect you’ve had too much to drink. I’d be an asshole if I went for it right now.”

Leanne tilted her head. “You think I’m too wasted to decide that? I feel like that should bemycall, but I respect your principles. If I drink nothing but water and I still want to do it in the bathroom in half an hour, how about it?”

Trev didn’t even need to think about it. “Deal. Dance with me while we wait?”

Chapter 2

Though Leanne had hooked up with a lot of people, nobody had ever attempted to protect her from herself.

She studied Trev with interest, taking a second look at him. He was cute for sure—shaggy, sun-streaked hair that made him seem younger than he probably was, if he was friends with Titus. That still meant he was four or five years younger than her, not that she cared. It wasn’t like she’d been seriously proposing, though it was funny as hell when he listed his qualifications. Not the response she usually got when she dropped that line.

The players rolled with it, promising her the moon for a shot at getting in her pants. Serious people stammered and said it was too fast; hell, a few folks ran away, thinking she was the type to believe in love at first sight when the opposite was true. After everything she’d seen, Leanne had a hard time believing in love at all. Sex, though, sex was fun. Simple, even.

Currently, she was buzzed but not drunk. She wasn’t about to argue with him, though. His caution struck her as adorable and kind of endearing. Normally, potential partners didn’t worry about her; she wasn’t the sort to make others feel protective.

“Sounds good,” she said finally.

The music called for a bump and grind, and she moved on him with slow, explicit hip swivels. Laughing at his expression, she tried to twerk, but that wasn’t happening. Vanessa took one look and started laughing.

“That is not remotely right. Here, watch me.” Of everyone in the group, Vanessa was the most graceful. She could move between styles too, combining moves from hip-hop, modern, and ballet classes she’d taken as a child.

Leanne stood back. “I wouldn’t even try to follow that. You’re amazing.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you should stop trying,” Vanessa said.

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