Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,57

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“Baya hinted that things are getting pretty serious between you and Holt.”

I try to look away, but Laney catches my gaze and doesn’t let go.

“Maybe—yes.” Crap. “So I guess Holt told Bryson, and the rest is Whitney Briggs rumor mill history.”

“Not true.” She touches her finger to my chin. “I asked. I’m the one that probed. And, yes, Holt told his brother, but they’re close.” Laney lets my fingers slip through hers.

“I think we’re close.”

“Are we?” She inches forward as if she’s about to whisper a secret. “If we’re so close, why is there something big I don’t know about, Izzy? And if that’s true, are you ever going to tell me?”

The temperature in the room feels as if it spikes fifty degrees, and the dress suddenly feels three sizes too small. I breakout in a cold sweat and the floor begins to sway.

“You know”—I touch my hand to my forehead—“I’m not feeling so hot. I think I’d better go.”

I make a dash for the dressing room. The last thing I want to do is tell Laney every dirty detail right before her wedding. I’ve managed to protect her this far, and I’ll be damned if I don’t make it to the finish line.

If I get my way, the finish line will be my grave.

Holt

The Black Bear feels like home. It feels like family—sometimes closer than a brother.

It’s wall-to-wall bodies as the sorority girls pour in to witness another round of house band prospects.

“Why don’t we give it to three or four bands?” I say to Bryson as he plucks his phone from his jeans. He’s studiously jotting down notes as each band performs.

“We could rotate.” Cole nods into the idea.

“Because the band we heard last night sounded like an engine dying a slow death,” he says, irritated as hell. “Besides, we still have karaoke night and a DJ on Fridays. I don’t think we should clog up every night of the week.”

“Good point.”

The band starts up, and I think every animal in a twenty-foot radius just ran for cover. “Crap.” It’s all I can do to keep from slapping my hands over my ears. “Keep looking, dude. I can tell from go this one ain’t it.”

A gorgeous brunette walks in, and every last part of me perks to attention.

Izzy gives me that heart-stopping smile, and I magnetize toward her.

“Hey, good looking.” I stop shy of stealing a kiss. Even though there’s a sea of people around too busy to notice, I’m still not sure she’d be into it.

“You redefine good looking.” She runs her finger along my jawline. “Any chance of getting off early?”

She looks hopeful. Izzy has on a little black dress that hugs her in all the right places, and heels that almost bring her to my height. She grinds her hips into mine, and the most excited part of me springs out to greet her.

“I’m getting off right now, kitten.” I lean in and stop myself from burying my face in her neck. Izzy holds the scent of honey and lavender. “But as for this place, I’ve got at least another hour. It’s Cole’s turn to close.” I take her in again from head to foot. “You are looking hot tonight.”

Izzy cuts a sly look across the crowd. “Too bad there’s not a minute we can steal to be alone.” She twists her lips and gets a mischievous look in her eye. “You know, so I can help you get off—wherever it is you’d like to go.”

Holy heck. I think I’ve just been propositioned.

Without giving it a second thought, I take her by the hand and lead her through the crowd—straight to the women’s restroom. I’ve seen this done enough times to know how it works. Last stall on the left might as well be on Jupiter.

There’s not a soul in sight, so I steal us away to the back and lock the door.

The speakers are on overhead, and you can’t hear yourself think straight in here, just the way I like it.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper right into her ear.

Izzy lands those pillow-soft lips over my cheek and rakes a trail to my mouth.

“I’ve missed you, too.” She strums the words right into my lips.

I cup her cheeks in my hands and set her lips on fire with mine. Izzy gives soft, soulful kisses—kisses that stretch out for weeks. This is exactly what I want the rest of my life to be like—nothing but Izzy pouring her addictive kisses right down my throat. Izzy is