“What? You got me a root beer?” Her face lit up.
“It was the best I could do for you.” I winked. “And we alsogot you a water like you asked.”
“Thank you.” Her lip wobbled like she was going to cry. I shot a look at Luke for help. I hated when women cried, even worse if I knew I was the one who caused it.
Luke just shrugged and put his arm around Scarlett, whispering in her ear until she collected herself.
“Nice. Make the pregnant lady cry. Good job,” Lydia whispered with that smug grin of hers. She didn’t give me any time to respond before leaning past me to talk to Maeve. Immediately, my dick responded to the lavender scent of her shampoo. Her hand landed on my leg as she talked over me, and I had to grit my teeth to get myself under control.
I leaned back in my chair, my legs manspreading at her touch. Lydia noticed what she was doing, her eyes going wide before she removed her hand.
“Switch seats with me,” she demanded.
“This is my seat. And you didn’t even ask nicely.”
She tried to stare me down, so I threw my hand around the back of her chair and kept my ass right where it was.
Her gaze turned sultry, and her hand found my leg again, this time snaking its way up my inner thigh partway. I had no control over the way my body responded to her touch. I looked around the table, specifically to see if Luke was watching. He was wrapped up in a conversation with Wes and wasn’t paying us any mind. Lydia leaned in, her mouth grazing against the lobe of my ear.
“Switch seats with me, Sebastian.”
Her tongue made the smallest contact with my ear, and I had to grip the wooden back of her chair where my arm was resting.
“You play dirty, little wild,” I told her as I pushed my chairback to trade places with her, because of course I fucking did. She grinned a knowing smile at me and hopped in my seat as soon as I was up.
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Maeve laughed.
I jumped in on Reid, Claire, and Scarlett’s conversation about the changes at the beaches that Calla Bay was proposing for the upcoming tourist season this summer.
“It’s supposed to bring in more tourists,” Claire said.
“We can’t take any more tourists though. This town isn’t big enough to handle the influx they want,” Scarlett countered.
“We live off tourist season. We have to figure out how to accommodate them, or this town will go downhill, taking all of us with it,” I said.
Reid was of the mind that more people in this town was a bad thing, but as someone who ran a business in Calla Bay’s downtown, I knew how much tourists contributed to our overall economy. And my pocket specifically.
They were still bickering about it when I got up to hit the restroom.
Pissing with the erection that I’d had since Lydia put her lips on my ear was uncomfortable to say the least. The minx was causing me suffering when she wasn’t even in the same room as me.
I did my business and washed my hands, nearly colliding with a woman as I left the bathroom.
“Sorry about that,” I said, gesturing for her to go first.
“No worries.” She smiled. “You can run into me anytime.”
I laughed. “I’ll try not to make a habit out of it.”
“That’s too bad.” Her eyes sparked with interest, her teeth biting into her bottom lip coyly.
Another pretty lady that I could chat up. We had been herefor a few hours at this point. It wouldn’t be unheard of for me to disappear about now. Find someone new to spend my evening with.
My dick was aching for some relief, but my heart wasn’t in it. Still, I could chat her up for a minute. At least it would keep me away from the lavender-scented wilding on the side of me. We had been spending too much time together. Every day at the shop, weekends at Harpoon’s, or Sunday dinners at Charlie’s house.
Lydia Wilder was fucking everywhere, and I was still drawn to her like a moth to a flame. It was messing with my head.
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