He's Coming in Hot (Salacious Summer Singe #6) - J. D. Light Page 0,4

couldn't even run away since I'd somehow gotten fenced off by evil genius children.

Maddox wandered up beside me, tapping the side of my foot with his crutch, and I glanced over at him, not sure whether I should thank him for getting me into this, or question his friendship.

"I'm older than you," I reminded him instead, narrowing my eyes at him.

Blinking, he tilted his head to the side. "I know."

"I'm not adorable."

He snorted. "That's debatable, but what the hell are you talking about?"

"Quit telling people I'm adorable. It makes me sound like a kid or something."

He shrugged slightly, shaking his head. "I don't say that about you."

"Then who the hell––"

The door banged open with a, "I'm sorry I'm late!"

I jumped, stepping backward and tripping over Maddox's crutch… or possibly a child. Thankfully, Maddox recovered quickly, readjusting the thing before I knocked it out from under him, but I was a lost cause as my next step had my heel connecting with the teeter-totter and I flipped over the back of the couch, barely missing Riley's husband Cole.

He was quick, throwing out an arm to stop me before I continued on over the coffee table, but that basically meant he'd managed to hook my hips. So, there I was, doing a headstand between the couch and the coffee table, with Cole acting as spotter, and everyone in the entire room watching me, probably waiting for the grand finale, when I realized that the man who'd just made the incredible entrance that started it all, was none other than Lawton Foster, the biggest crush of my entire existence.

"He really is adorable," someone said, making me huff.

Maybe I’d just pass out soon from all the blood running to my head.

Chapter Two

September

I probably shouldn't find it so funny that Newell disappeared in the middle of the four toddlers. Granted he was sitting on the floor against the wall, and they were all standing around him, but with his legs pulled close to him, he looked small and… adorable.

It was the third time he'd been to one of our dinners, and aside from the time he'd ended up in my arms for all of three seconds, I still hadn't made much progress on getting his attention. It was just like in high school when I would follow him around, and he'd see me and then look away quickly before slowly moving in the other direction.

"Isn't he cute?" I asked, really only talking to myself, but not really caring if the people standing around me heard. It was hardly a secret that I had a thing for the man. I'd never really been all that good at subtlety. "He would make such a good dad."

"Oh, that's right," Wagoner said dryly. "I forgot how stupid you always used to sound when you would gush about Newell."

I shrugged, wondering if he realized just how stupid he sounded when he started talking about Jennings and how sexy he was when he got him pissed off.

"I can't help it. Look at him."

"This was really what he was like in high school?" Maddox asked, sounding amused and a little surprised. "I thought it seemed like he paid him a bit more attention than he did other people, but I didn't know he talked about him like this."

"Oh yeah," Wagoner said, making Cashin snort.

Cashin hadn't even gone to the same school as us, and I was pretty sure he'd gotten sick of hearing Newell's name.

Maddox shook his head, chuckling. "If only Newell had known that." Pausing, he sighed, waving his hand in the air. "Never mind. He never would have believed it."

"Why?" I asked, sparing Maddox a glance and then looking back over at Newell as he chuckled at something one of the little hellions was telling him.

Maddox shrugged, leaning back against Cashin who wrapped his arms around his omega, helping to hold him up slightly. "Newell thinks of himself as invisible."

"What?"

That seemed so hard to believe. I knew he could be shy, and adorably awkward sometimes when caught off guard, but from the moment I'd spotted the little cutie in the hallway back in high school between classes one day, I hadn't been able to keep my eyes off of him.

"No, I get it," Wagoner said, crossing his arms and leaning his head to the side to study Newell.

"What?" I demanded, completely indignant.

Wagoner glanced over at me with just his eyes before shaking his head. "I'm not being mean, I swear. The truth is, he really is adorable."

"He's twenty-seven," Maddox said