Page 35 of Best Laid Plans


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And what I see has me stopping in my tracks.

Piper slips out of her jacket, dropping it onto the back of her chair. My mouth is dry as I stare at her bare back. The black, stretchy material clings to her. Lacelines her shoulders, showing a diamond cutout on her back.

Pale, perfect skin.

I want to lean over and kiss each notch of her spine.

She’s been wearing this all day and I haven’t noticed?

I set the drinks down on the table and take the seat across from her.

Fuck. I shift on the seat, trying to control the growing problem in my pants.

“You okay?” Piper asks.

“You have no idea.”

Her smile is soft. Hell, everything about her is. Piper has half her hair pulled back into a fancy twist, bun thing and is wearing a light layer of makeup.

Soft.

Sweet.

Like a fucking princess.

Piper grabs her drink and takes a small sip. “Mmm. Thanks, Cash.”

“I never would have pegged you for an old fashioned drinker. You seem awfully young to like bourbon.”

Piper sets her drink down and leans across the table. She grabs a pretzel from the bowl that sits between us. “When I turned twenty-one, my dad gave me my first drink of it.”

“And let me guess, you loved it,” I interrupt.

“God no.” She laughs. “I hated it.”

“Really?” I take a long pull of my microbrew.

“It took me awhile before I liked it. I like the simple syrup and cherries in it.”

Piper fishes in her drink for the cherry and pulls it out by the stem, grabbing the sweet fruit between her teeth and biting it off.

Fuck. Me.

I take a healthy swallow of my beer, trying to cool the heat that’s flowing through me, straight to my groin.

Piper licks her fingers, dropping the cherry stem on the cocktail napkin.

This woman is driving me fucking crazy. She makes it hard to be around her, but makes me want to be around her more.

It’s dangerous. Because Piper isn’t mine. This thing is fake. But it doesn’t mean I can’t pretend she’s mine for a little while.

“Okay, so I know nothing about you, Cash. Tell me some things.”

“Like what?”

“I can search you online and find your college stats and how many goals you scored with the Black Diamonds when you won the cup a few years ago. But that’s it.”

“If that’s all you found, then that’s a good thing.”