“I’ll come.”
“Good.”
We lapse into silence as we stare at each other. I want to give her a hug or something, but I don’t want to intrude on her space.
“Declan.” Mia’s expression shifts from anxiety and grief to something else. I’m not sure what it is until she says in a flurry of words, “You kissed me at the game.” I open my mouth to apologize to her when she adds, “I liked it.”
“Fuck, Mia.” I lean closer to her. “So did I.”
Beep, beep!
We both turn at the sound of the honking horn.
Luke’s truck is idling right next to us. Cooper sticks his hand out the passenger window and waves before the truck accelerates and leaves us where we were.
“That’s Luke and them,” I murmur.
Mia shifts so she’s leaning back in her seat. “We’d better go join them at the house before they come check on us. Plus, I have to gather up Jamie Beth since she’s staying at the cabin.”
Right.
I start the truck back up, and we drive up to the main house. When we park next to my brother’s car, Mia shifts so she can reach for her purse at her feet.
Her flannel shirt slides up so I can see the creamy skin of her lower back. Without thinking, I let my hand go where it wants to.
Mia’s still bent over as my fingers graze the bare skin just above the empty belt loops of her jeans. She freezes in place.
“Declan.” Her voice is muffled between her knees.
I remove my hand, and she whips back up into a sitting position.
“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t plan to…”
She shoves off the seat and plants a hard kiss on my mouth.
No tongue, no lingering, just pure, unadulterated Mia with her sweet-tasting, sexy lips.
I run my thumb over my bottom lip where she just kissed me.
“Was that payback?” I ask her with a grin.
She shoots me a cheeky smile as she reaches for the door handle. “I wanted to give you something to think about while we’re hanging out with your family.”
“You did, darling.” I turn off the truck and open my door. “It’s all I’ll be thinking about.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Mia
“You and Declan were making out when we drove by, weren’t you?” Jamie Beth asks me.
“No,” I tell her. “We may have shared a quick kiss.”
She gasps. “Tell me everything!”
She and I are hanging out on the couch in the living room while the guys wander in and out between grabbing a beer and hanging out on the porch.
“That didn’t happen until we parked at the house,” I say. “He pulled over to talk. He had noticed I was upset after the game. So he asked me why.”
