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As we sway, I take my time trailing my fingers over her rib cage. And I don’t miss the way she shivers when I do.
“You’re a hell of a dancer,” I husk.
She smiles up at me. “Yeah. A total weirdo.”
I chuckle, rubbing a thumb over her lower back. Her hand feels clammy where it’s gripped in mine.
“Pretty good at guitar, I might add.”
“Ah, well, when Ford Grant is your dad, it’s pretty much mandatory.”
“What about the voice?”
“What about it?” Her eyes roll, suddenly shy again.
“Your voice is beautiful.” I say it because it’s true and I met her eye when I do. She’s strangely uncomfortable with being complimented, always deflecting or making a joke. We sway quietly to the song, listening to the words.
It goes on about a stranger’s heart that has no home—smiles covering your heart. It’s haunting and beautiful, and I find myself straining to listen. “What song is this?” I ask, entranced. “Her voice almost sounds like yours.”
Her eyes dart away, and my hand tightens on her waist. I let myself imagine my calloused hands gliding over her smooth skin. Worshipping every inch of her. Sinking into her.
“The song is ‘Fade into You’ by Mazzy Star. It’s one of my favorites,” she rushes it out quickly before the compliment leads her to changing the subject entirely. “Thank you for trusting me with Luke. This is already the best summer I’ve had in a long time.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for making him laugh like that. Best sound in the world. You missing anything about the city?”
“No. Just riding.”
She steps closer, and I feel the press of her against me. The heat. The friction. My hand splays on her back. “I’ll find you a horse to ride.”
“You’re a good man, Cade Eaton. Quite possibly one of the best.” Her voice is so soft that I barely hear it.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as I drop my head toward her. Everything around us fades away. I don’t know how she has this knack for telling me the things I crave. Tracing my insecurities the way she does. Soothing the hurt she doesn’t even know exists.
I trail the tip of my nose up the side of her neck and wish I could swallow the small moan that escapes her. I want so much more than one stolen dance in the kitchen while my son is off doing god knows what.
“You guys are both the biggest weirdos!” Luke mocks us as he runs back in wearing his too-small Batman costume from last Halloween. We both startle, pulling away quickly, realizing we were altogether too close just now.
And maybe Luke’s not wrong. There’s definitely something weird happening.
13
Willa
Willa:Hi, Lawyer friend. Can I ask for some legal advice?
Summer:Do you need me to come bail you out? Just send the address. I’m there.
Willa:Is it illegal to bang your hot boss?
Summer:Are we talking about your brother or Cade?
Willa:Fucking gross.
Summer:Dude. I’ve had to listen to you make hot dad jokes for years. Shooters gotta shoot.
Willa:I’m never coming to you for advice again.
Summer:My legal advice is to be very specific when you ask a question.
