“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Do I need to pull over?”
“Maybe.”
Her “maybe” was Jag’s “no maybe about it.”
He found his shot, a parking lot outside a Little Caesar’s.
He pulled into a spot and barely got the truck in park andturned his head before they were making out.
In the middle of it, she stopped kissing him long enough toask, “Are we gonna be late?”
“Yes.”
“Do you care?”
“Fuck no.”
He watched her eyes smile.
Then they started making out again.
And yeah.
They were totally late.
Chapter Five
It Just Is
Jagger
An hour and a half later, Jagger didn’t know what todo.
He was leaning toward laughing his ass off.
Though, that was only because he couldn’t drag Archie’s assout of there, take her to her pad, and make out with her with every intent ofeventually making love to her.
And this was because she’d played him.
Major.
The thing was, she did not want to go to dinner that nightat his brother’s because they were sorting their shit, getting to know eachother, she was unconventional and self-possessed and wanted to know him andmaybe was a little curious about his brother.
Uh.
Nope.
She wanted to go to dinner that night to fuck with Carolyn.
He’d noticed when he’d shared what Carolyn did to him thatArchie had seemed a little pissed.
And right then, he was making certain to tuck that awaybecause her “little pissed” hid “totally pissed way the fuck off.”
He didn’t know if she was angry on behalf of the sisterhoodthat a woman would do the dirty on a guy and make them all look bad.
