“She’s staying with me… at least for now… if she wants.”
Yeah. Might go down as the lamest ask in history.
But Bree lights up like I handed her the damn moon.
Across the table, Hunt grins into his coffee. “Kelly mentioned Homeland’s hiring pilots. Shoring up the northern border. Sounds like a perfect fit. She gets a referral bonus. Kade gets you. Win-win-win.”
Mr. Smartass Matchmaker winks and pulls out his phone. “Sending you her email. Just attach your resume—she’ll take it from there.”
“Hang on—Doing it right now.” A few minutes later, Bree hits send, then crosses her fingers.
She wants to stay.
With me.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.
Chapter 38
Kade
With a hundred dirty thoughts jamming my brain, I do my best not to look too eager as I pull out her chair. “Ready to go?”
Judging by the situation below my belt, subtlety’s a lost cause. The two married Feds catch on fast and share a knowing smirk.
“Have a wonderful time kids.” Wulf gives us a lazy five-finger wave while my brother-in-law blows a kiss.
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t.”
Flipping them off behind my back, I herd Briana toward the door. The bed might as well be a hundred miles away. Hell, a dirt road and my truck bed sound perfect.
As I help her into the passenger seat, she looks up at the green mountains framed by the flawless blue sky. “I think I could learn to like it here.”
Once I settle beside her, our eyes meet. “Winters are cold as fuck.”
What the hell are you doing? Trying to scare her off?
“Do you ski?” Her hand lands on my knee.
As my cock strains against my fly, I manage to grit out, “Yeah. You?”
“Not for a while… but yeah, I like it. What else do people do for fun here?”
Plenty I could list—snowshoeing, ice fishing, craft beer and candle shops. The truth? If she stays, we’ll make love in front of the fire until spring forgets to come.
Out loud, I go safe. “We’ve got hiking, fishing. Lake Champlain’s nearby. Burlington has good restaurants, college town vibe, night life…”
Bree’s fingertips dig into my thigh, her voice dripping sin. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”
Oh, hell yeah.
A mile of gravel and trees later, I veer onto Old Quarry Road, then kill the engine. Heart pounding like a randy teen on his first date, I grab a blanket from the backseat.
A mind reader, she’s already at the tailgate.
“Wait here.” Snapping the wool out wide, I spread it across the truck bed’s cold metal.
Next, my jacket drops for a pillow. Before I can offer her a hand, she hops up on her own. On her knees now, she grabs my shirt and pulls me in, lips crashing into mine. The kiss? Pure gasoline on already burning desire.
