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He doesn’t look like his dad or his sisters, but definitely looks like his mom a little and is a spitting image of his grandfather.

“Yeah, I know. My sisters look like my dad’s side and I got my mom’s.” He shrugs and drapes his arm down my back.

Rubbing his hand up and down as he shows me another picture of him and his grandfather on the ice playing pond hockey.

“Got my hockey skills from him too.” He says with a wide grin.

“Wow, that’s neat.” I’m distracted by Nick’s hand running down and stopping just above my ass again.

Nick laughs and turns my hips to face him.

“I saw you dancing. How come you didn’t come find me when you came in?” He squints his eyes, trying to figure me out.

Oh shit.

Because Cora scares the shit out of me? Yeah that does not sound good.

I shrug.

“You looked busy.” I’m trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal.

This is a big deal. Nick Miller has his hand on my waist and is now bringing his other hand to my face. This is a big fucking deal.

Relax. Just be cool.

My heart is beating so fast.

Can he hear it?

“I’m never too busy for you.” He breathes out a whisper and tips my chin up.

Leaning down into me, he presses his lips against mine.

Chapter 7

Nick

Cora finds me tapping the keg.

“Hey, sexy.” She slaps my ass as I’m bent over.

Shit.

Does she think we’re an item now?

That would not do.

I look up but no one else is around. That’s a good sign. She didn’t do it in front of anyone. I don’t need her claiming me as hers.

“You’re here early,” I say, moving the keg to the far wall in the kitchen. Placing it at the center of the house, but not in the way. There’s another one out back on the deck.

“Fill me up.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively holding out her cup.

“Mmm. Don’t tempt me like that. I still have a lot to do.” I groan, moving the table next to the keg to set up the punch. “Are you here early to help?”

“It’s eight-thirty. Your party started at eight.” She snickers, watching me mix the punch with every kind of liquor we have in the house.

“Eight in layman’s terms means eight forty-five.” I flirt with a wink. “Hand me the juice in the fridge.”

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