Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
She stopped and looked up at me with a soft smile. “Then I’m definitely buying tonight.”
I whispered in her ear, “You might get lucky then.”
She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world. “Fingers crossed.”
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked when we leaned against the bar.
“Levi!” She leaned halfway across the bar. “Mac brought me some of those dingle pies, and let me tell you, they were incredible. You should sell them here; they’d be a year-round hit. And I’d have to buy new clothes, but it would be totally worth it.”
He grinned, mostly amused by her words. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.” His gaze flicked from me to Kayla and then back. “You two for real, or are you doing what Torey and Ryan did?”
“We’re together,” I told him, staking my claim.
He nodded. “Can I hang up a picture of you in here?”
“Make Kayla more of those pies, and I’ll not only take a photo and sign it, I’ll do a selfie with you and tag this place as my favorite spot to drink in Holiday Grove.”
Levi laughed and shook his head. “It’s the only place to drink in Holiday Grove.”
“Yeah, but out-of-towners don’t know that.”
He laughed a little louder. “You have a deal, man.”
We shook on it and took our drinks to a booth near the pool tables to have dinner. “This counts as a second date, right?”
“Is there some second date milestone you’re looking forward to?”
I shrugged. “Are there second date milestones I should be looking forward to? I haven’t had a real girlfriend in years, and it was… nothing like this.”
“More glamorous? Better food?” Her tone was light and curious, not a hint of jealousy, which amazed me.
“Shallower. Events and being seen. Social media. Boring.” I rolled my eyes, thinking about that failed experiment. “Turned me off of relationships for good. Or so I thought.” I never even considered that I’d want anything serious with a woman, especially not at the height of my fame with touring and recording constantly, but I wanted it—all of it—and I wanted it with Kayla.
She let out one of those swoony sighs and bit back a smile. “You need to come with a warning label.”
“Danger: may cause panties to moisten uncontrollably?”
She arched one brow, still biting back that smile.
I needed it. “Caution: may cause spontaneous fainting?”
Both brows shot up.
“Warning: multiple orgasms expected in bed?”
That did it; it broke the dam, and she laughed until her face was red. She laughed until she cried. And then she gave me that look before she said the words I longed to hear.
“Let’s get out of here, lover boy.”
16 KAYLA
Mac was insatiable as we turned onto our block after a long day, his lips on mine and his hands tracing the curves of my body, forcing me to walk backward toward his place. My place? I had no clue, and honestly, with the way he kissed me, I didn’t care. We could fall off the earth, and I’d follow for that kiss. “Kayla,” he growled, nipping from my jaw to my throat.
“Mac,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He pulled back and flashed that devilish grin. “Never.”
God, that sounded like music to my ears. Mac, never stopping. Not ever. “Yes.”
A throat cleared nearby, and even then, it took us a few moments to separate, and even longer to tear our gazes from each other and onto the intruder. The six-foot-tall, leggy intruder. “Lancaster,” she purred. The woman was gorgeous, with long black hair, almond-shaped violet eyes, and plump lips. She was decked out in skintight jeans, high heels, and a cropped tank that stopped just below her perky breasts. In a word, she was stunning.
And she clearly knew Mac.
He stiffened beside me but slid his arm around my waist and held me close. “What are you doing here?”
She smiled. “I’ve missed you,” she said with a hint of an accent.
I watched, fascinated by the differences between them. Both were beautiful, but where she was hopeful—maybe even expectant—he was clearly unhappy. I wasn’t sure if I should walk away and give them privacy or stay, but Mac’s grip tightened, and I remained where I was.
“That’s funny because I haven’t thought about you in years, Angel.”
The heat in her eyes dissipated. “I’m sorry. I was young and confused, impressed by little things.”
He snorted. “You’re two years older than me, so tell me why you’re really here or get the hell off my doorstep.”
Her jaw clenched tight, and her plump red lips pursed with displeasure. Her gaze flicked to me, to the possessive way Mac held me, and then she sighed. “Can we do this in private?”
“No. The world, at least my world, doesn’t revolve around you anymore.”
Her apologetic, pouty façade faded away at his gruff words. “Fine. I need to borrow you for a few nights,” she said, looking directly at me. “I’m up for a new Dior campaign, and the other model is young and social media savvy. I need to top her millions of followers, and you can help me with that.”