He's Coming in Hot (Salacious Summer Singe #6) - J. D. Light Page 0,18

for a moment. "I was invisible."

"Not to me. Ask almost every single one of my brothers."

His eyes opened again, and he leaned his head back to look at me, while I held tight to him so he wouldn't fall off the damn building… and because I just really liked holding him. "Holy crap. I wish I could tell the high school me that."

He shook his head, smiling for a long moment before a crease popped up between his brows, and his smile started to slip.

"What are you thinking right now?" I asked, my stomach dropping.

I didn't like the look on his face right then. It was still a beautiful face, but that expression made my chest hurt.

"How this is never going to work." He looked just as sad as I felt as he delivered those words, and I couldn't help but squeeze him a bit tighter, like he might actually try to get away from me.

"What? Why?"

"You saw what happened at the wedding. Everyone wants a piece of you. Hell, half of them were telling you to run for mayor. You need someone like you. Someone that everyone in the room wants to be around. Someone who isn't going to want to run when everyone in the room congregates toward our table to talk to you. That Marshal guy nearly sat on me because he didn't realize I was there."

He had, and I'd been pissed. Marshal had actually been circling around for a long time, always inquiring from my friends and family if I was single. Da hadn't really cared for him, so he'd scared the man off more times than I could count.

When he'd nearly sat directly on top of the man I was already secretly calling mine, I pulled Newell out of his chair and into my lap, pressing a kiss to the side of his head for the whole room to see that he was mine, and that he was definitely there.

"I don't want to be mayor, though." I tilted his head back, pressing my forehead to his, and smiling because I knew I was just going to have to fix his glasses in a minute. "I like just coaching football, and I really like you. Someday down the road maybe, but I'm not going to not date the man I've wanted in my life since we were teenagers to be mayor. I'd rather do this all the time than have meetings… and do whatever the hell mayors do."

He chuckled. "I think a lot of them fuck their secretaries over the desk."

"Hmm. How would you feel about being my secretary?"

***

"Lawton!"

I groaned, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I had to leave our lunch in the fucking refrigerator in the break room, or Newell's chocolate milk would go bad, but it never seemed to fail that I couldn't get out of the mother fucker without someone stopping me, and making me miss precious minutes up on the roof with my omega.

I turned, doing my best to make sure that my smile looked at least somewhat natural and not completely forced, and blinked at the man standing behind me.

"Miguel?" I said on a disbelieving laugh at the blast from the past standing in the very breakroom we'd once snuck into in high school to tape pictures of our asses that we'd made on the copy machine all over the wall. "Woah. What are you doing here?"

I gave him the obligatory bro hug, shaking my head when he pulled back.

"I just moved back recently. Right now, I'm subbing out the rest of the semester for the cross-country coach, but they're going to sign me on permanently in January."

It turned out, the cross-country coach who I'd subbed for a few days had gone to the doctor and found out she was well over five months pregnant, but was already having contractions, so they'd given her meds to stop the contractions and put her on bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy.

I nodded, my attention snagged, as always by the man who'd just wandered into the breakroom, moving toward me at the same time Miguel turned, nearly taking him out with an elbow.

Thankfully, Newell had been quick enough to duck, and managed to keep his pretty face from getting smashed… as well as his sexy glasses.

"Oh, sorry, man," Miguel said, looking horrified as he realized how close he'd come to whacking the tiny omega. "I didn't see you there."

Newell shrugged, giving me a small smirk that looked like a definite