I shrugged. “We’vegot sweet butts, you’ve got puck bunnies. There’s always someone out thereready to label a woman something for fucking a man because the feministmovement hasn’t quite done its job yet.”
“Sad but true.”He cocked his head. “Just so you know, I’ve never called anyone a puck bunny.Her name is Charlene and although we weren’t good at the feelings part, the sexworked, so we had some fun for a time.”
I rolled myeyes. “There’s always a southern Charlene, isn’t there?”
He smirked. “I’mhaving a real hard time not touching you, Daisy.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, why areyou surprised?”
“I was sure youwere mad at me,” I admitted.
“Baby, why wouldI be mad at you?”
“Because I—wait,you just called me ‘baby.’ So, you’re not mad at me?”
He wasapparently done with our distance, walking over to me, and sliding his hand tomy neck. “You’ve done nothing to warrant me being mad at you, Daisy. And evenif you had, we’d talk about it and work it out. There’d be no icing each otherout.”
“So, you wantto be in this with me?”
“Hell, yeah Iwant to be in this with you,” he said. “What made you think I didn’t?”
“There’s just alot with me and the club sometimes.”
“A lot,meaning…?”
“Drama.”
“Daisy, I canhandle drama. What I can’t handle is you shutting me out.”
“My dad thinksI’m falling in love with you,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” He ranhis thumb over my pulse.
I nodded.
“And what do youthink?”
I licked mylips, studying him for a few seconds before I whispered, “I’m already there.”
His mouthcovered mine, slipping his tongue between my lips, and I slid my hands aroundhis waist as he deepened the kiss. I was the one who broke the connection this timeand dropped my head to his chest. “Okay, so not mad at me.”
He laughed. “Notmad at you. Not even close. You’ll know when I’m mad because I’ll tell you.”
Without warning,my stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear and I grimaced. “What didyou bring that just happens to smell so incredible?”
“Golden City?”
“No way,” Ibreathed out, rushing to the kitchen island and ripping open the bag. “Oh mygod,yum.” I glanced at him, then back at the food. “How did you know itwas my favorite?”
“I didn’t.Louisa said it was the best Chinese in town.”
“Well, she’sright about that. I’ll grab plates, you grab beer,” I bossed, and he grinned,moving to do my bidding.
We seteverything on my coffee table and settled into my sofa to eat. He pulled myfeet onto his lap with a grin, then grabbed a pair of chopsticks and dug in.
“You gonna tellme what happened with your ex?” he asked as we ate.
