Polly: A quick FYI—that kiss should never have happened. And it won’t happen again.
Her finger hovered over the send key. But she hesitated.
Why was she hesitating?
Sheshouldn’tkiss him again. There was a reason he’d had a string of women in Houston—because he was easy to fall for. She did not want to become one in a long line of women.
She hit send…and for some stupid reason, her belly twisted like she’d just done something she shouldn’t have.
“Done.” She set the phone onto the table and lifted her beer to her lips. Then she made the mistake of glancing around the bar. She choked on her beer before whispering, “No.”
“What—” Maggie started, before obviously seeing what she had. “Oh my gosh, this is my fault. I told Ethan we were coming. But I told him he had to give us at least an hour.”
“Guess the hour’s up,” Raven said quietly.
Joel Dawson. He walked directly toward her. And even though she’d just said that she’d never kiss him again, even though she’d declared it like an oath in front of both women, just the mere sight of him made her want to make a liar out of herself.
Joel’s lipscurved at the sight of Polly’s wide eyes.
Yeah, Sunshine, I’m here.
Ethan reached the table first and wrapped his arms around Maggie from behind, while Connor stopped beside Raven.
“Hey.” Joel moved in close enough to Polly to smell that sweet scent of hers.
A cute combination of irritation and shock glazed her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
He tilted his head, studying her rosy cheeks and the slight slur in her words. “Are you drunk, Polly Mack?”
“No. And you didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”
“Am I not supposed to be here?”
“I doubt you can handle the estrogen levels at this table.”
His smile widened. “I can handle more than you think. And I’m actually really in touch with my feelings.” He grabbed her beer and took a sip.
She gasped and yanked it back. “That is not yours.”
“So you’re okay with kissing me, but not sharing a beer?”
Her eyes flared before she set the beer in front of him. “Keep it. I’ll get another.”
Oh, she was not getting away from him that easily. He followed her, not missing her eye roll when she glanced over her shoulder.
“Did you get my text?” she asked, as they stopped at the bar.
“I did.”
“And you agree, right? It was a mistake?”
Did shewanthim to agree? “I don’t believe in mistakes, Sunshine. Accidents? Sure. Mistakes? Never.”
She frowned like she was trying to make sense of his words. “So our kiss was an accident?”
“Not for me.”
“So you meant to kiss me?”
