Rory laughs.
I scowl.
Fox sighs. Then he kisses my pouting lips, and I forget all about Rory and his imminent doom. I forget all abouteverything. Because when Fox Blackwood kisses me, my worldbecomes just him, and me, and the butterflies fluttering a riot in my belly, brushing against my heart as if to say,This one, this one, this one. We want this one.
I know,my heart replies.I think… that I do, too.
Terrified and more than a little intrigued at the notion, I deepen the kiss, adding tongues and teeth and curiosity to the mix.
Fox groans. “We’re in public, kit.”
“We’re not doing anything illegal,” I pant, nipping at his lip.
“Not yet,” he growls. “But we will be if you keep that up.”
I bite him again, just for fun.
Somehow, we do avoid doing something illegal.
Barely.
Chapter Twenty-Six
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I think he loves his bar. Maybe.
Fox
I love my bar. I love my bar. I love my bar.
Ilovemy bar.
The people in it, however?
I glare at the crowded room, scowling extra at the knowing smiles and exchanged glances of my patrons.
“You’re going to scare away the customers,” Poem notes, sliding a glass of amber liquid across the bartop. “Again. And I’m not sure you can afford two nights of lost income in a single month.”
“I can afford it,” I assure her, narrowing my eyes at the door asmorepeople squeeze into a space that is surely out of fire code. “We’re not a zoo exhibit.”
She shrugs. “I don’t think they think we are.”
Disbelieving, I gape at her. “They’re quite literally here for us to entertain them. You and I both know it. I haven’t seen this many people in the bar since my parent’s retirement party.”
Her eyes roll as she reaches around me for the soda water nozzle. “They love you,” she says. “And they love me, and they love a bit of gossip, too, yeah. But mostly they love us and want to see us happy.”
My arm goes around her waist, unbalancing her.
“Let’s let them see us happy, then,” I suggest as she falls into me. “So that they can have their show andleave.”
She grins. “You think they’re going to leave if we feed them?” she asks, brows rising.
“You don’t?”
She shakes her head. “No way.”
I huff, scanning the faces above her head to find that she is, perhaps, correct. Rather than satisfy their nosiness, I’ve only made the town of October more ravenous.
