“I did him a favor.”
“Really? You did? Should I call Troy and ask him if he thought you did him a favor, telling him that shit in front of me, Trace and your bunch of badasses?”
“Next time, he’ll get his finger outta his ass.”
Definitely exploring the boundaries of head explosion.
“Go away. I don’t want to see you for, I don’t know… maybe a million years. A million years ought to do it. If I have a million years, I think I’ll get over being,” I leaned forward, “insanely pissed at you.”
He grinned.
Then he repeated, “Babe.”
“Thanks for the food,” I snapped sounding about as grateful as I felt, which was to say, not at all. I walked toward him and finished, “See you in a million years.”
As I tried to move around him, he caught me with an arm around my belly and I decided not to struggle because firstly, I might drop my Pad Thai and secondly, I’d lose.
“What?” I snapped when I’d twisted my neck to look up at him.
“We’re havin’ dinner tonight,” he informed me.
“No, we’re not,” I informed him. “I’m enduring dinner with Dad and Meredith where I’ll have to explain about Ginger and you. Then I’m working until I fall asleep at the keyboard.”
His brows drew together. “Are you that far behind?”
“Yes!” I shouted. “I was that far behind yesterday when Darla came to visit and I stupid, stupid, stupidly decided to go to Ride. Now I’m even more far behind and all this shit, Hawk, it is not helping.”
“I should let you get shit done,” he muttered.
“You think?” I snapped.
His arm curled, moving me to his front and curving around me so I had to execute evasive maneuvers not to lose my Pad Thai.
“Hawk…” I warned when his head dropped, I twisted my neck to try to avoid it, his arm tightened, his other one wrapping around me, and I failed to avoid his lips hitting my neck.
“You need to get caught up, baby, carve some time out for me,” he murmured against my neck and I was about to say something snotty but wasn’t able to when his tongue touched the skin behind my ear, I instantly forgot I was insanely pissed at him and then he said, “We’re due.”
“Due?” I breathed because I could still feel his tongue behind my ear.
His head came up, he looked at me and he repeated, “Due.”
“For what?”
His black eyes warmed, the dimples popped out and his arms got even tighter, plastering me to his long, hard body.
Oh.
Due.
Mm.
I momentarily forgot that we were over as I stared into his warm, black eyes in the light of day, felt his long, hard body against mine and mentally recalled what that body felt like naked.
Mm.
“Babe,” he called and I blinked.
“Hunh?”