The corners of her lips pull down, and she shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can keep pretending.”
My mind races, trying to figure out what she means, but before I can solve it, she turns and opens the passenger door.
26
LENA
We Catan Beat Finn
Lena: So … Gavin’s dick is huge.
Lena: Like, could probably be used as a weapon.
Millie: WTF, LENA???
Lena: Don’t be too jealous. I bet Finn’s is huge too. He gives off that vibe.
Millie: No comment.
Micah: Lena. Explain.
Lena: We got stuck in town last night and had to stay in a cabin. Together.
Lena: So worth it, by the way. It was a “get it out of our systems” situation.
Millie: And it worked? He’s out of your system?
Lena: No comment.
“Tia Lena, it’s your turn,” Pen says from beside me at the kitchen table, where she’s effortlessly beating me at this game of Skip-Bo.
Because I can’t stop watching Gavin roll out pie crust.
Dragging my eyes away from him, I assess the cards between us. I manage to play three before my gaze drifts back toward the handsome man in the kitchen.
He has already made two batches of cinnamon rolls, delivered one to Shannon, and now he and Mama have moved on to pies.
With a kitchen towel over his shoulder and a red apron tied around his body, his bulging muscles roll and glide as he presses into the dough. A small smirk plays across his lips like he knows I’m watching.
I’m tempted to dash over and lick that flour right off those tattooed forearms and then thank him for the opportunity.
What thefuckis wrong with me?
I’m acting like a sex-crazed version of myself after one night with him.
Earlier, I went to change out of Joe’s oversized sweats, but as I stuffed my feet into my leggings, I spotted my red dress hanging in the corner. I hadn’t worn it yet, and a spark of mischief shot through me at the thought of putting that on instead. With the low-cut neckline and tight fit against my curves, I imagined what Gavin’s face might look like when he saw it.
Just the thought of him growlinglittle menacein my ear had me jumping into the shower, fixing my curls, and painting my lips to match my dress.
I’d show him what a menace I could be.
He looked like a nutcracker as I came back into the kitchen, jaw wide open like he couldn’t get control of it.
Eat your heart out, Gavin Moore.
I dare you topretend everything is normal.
Nothing is normal.
