“Well, you don’t seem so bad. In fact, around that gruff exterior you put on, I think you might be kind of nice.”
I rolled my eyes at her, but my lips lifted up into a smile, making her laugh and for some damn reason, that sound did a number on me. One I didn’t want to think about or acknowledge, but another part of my body did.
“And I’m not always that way,” I told her.
“I know, Zeb. It’s just city folk.”
I leaned on the table, looking at her, wanting her to see the truth behind what I was about to say.
“Yes and no. I wasn’t fair to you because you set me on edge, Katie. And I shouldn’t have been that way, I’m sorry. Yes, city folk do twist me up, but I knew you weren’t that way. At least when I talked to you. But the guard was up and I couldn’t move past it.”
She swallowed hard, holding my gaze and I couldn’t dare turn away.
“I guess I better get to work,” she finally said, breaking the spell and taking some more sips of her coffee.
“Take that with you, Katie. You can always bring it back. That’s why they make so much, because everyone comes to get some.”
“Thanks. And thanks for the chat.”
She smiled at me and my heart twisted.
Not good.
That night, I laid in my bed, staring at my ceiling, thoughts of an older woman with a killer smile floating through my mind and I couldn’t seem to shut it off.
Her smile and laugh were disarming in a good way. And I wanted to hear more of it.
Which was something new.
It also had my mind turning as to when the last time I had a woman was and realized it had been closer to a year.
Not that I wanted her for a lay.
Or not that I wanted her at all.
“Yeah right,” I snorted, finally tossing the sheet off of me and reaching for my hard dick. If I wanted any sleep tonight, I was going to have to rub this out.
And I couldn’t help but feel bad that it was because of her. I shouldn’t be having lustful thoughts of my parents. Especially one who was older.
But damn, she didn’t look her age.
And again, that smile. The way they made her eyes light up. I so badly wanted to see how else I could make her eyes light up.
With that thought, my hand started stroking faster and moments later, I cried out, her name on my lips.
That was the first time I had ever called someone’s name.
And I knew I was screwed because of it, too.
Chapter 7
Katie
“Oh my gosh, Mom. Did you see?” Tiffany asked me, pushing the flyer in my hand. I scanned the paper, seeing the barn dance and had to smile. Yes, I knew it was coming up because Lucinda had asked me to take pictures and to post about it.
I didn’t mind doing it. But there was a part of me that wanted to dress up and be like a belle of the ball. Not that anyone here was going to ask me.
“I did see. I’ll be there.”
