Shopping with Darcie was like shopping with no one else I had ever met before. She was always so put together I had expected more high-end clothes shops, of which we had only one anyway, and way more squealing.
She surprised me.
Grabbing a few essential items took her less than ten minutes, and then she was dragging me down the road towards the local farmers’ market.
A fucking farmers’ market. Like we were an actual couple just out shopping. And I watched her in awe as she dashed forward, her hand reaching for a pile of apples. Their rosy skin shone in the sunlight.
That’s when she squealed.
She picked one up. And with a smile bit straight into the flesh, juice dripped down her chin.
Swallowing hard, I arranged my jeans to hide my ever-lengthening dick. What the hell was wrong with me? Not only was I in a god damn farmers’ market with a girl, but all it took was her biting into an apple, and I got an instant hard-on.
“We need to get going.” Crossing my arms across my chest, I gave her my best scowl. The scowl that made grown men piss themselves.
“Oh, come on, spoilsport.” She danced to me. Her fingers entwined with mine. “We need groceries anyway.”
“We can get take out,” I answered, but I didn’t let go of her hand. I kind of liked holding it.
“Don’t you want a home-cooked meal?”
I thought about it. Watching her face. Yeah, I wanted a home-cooked meal, but I wanted something more.
“One hour Darcie because I have club shit to do.” I held up one finger, and her smile grew wider. She thought she had won this round.
I pulled on her hand. “On one condition?”
“And what’s that? “ she was still smiling, still laughing. That was fine. She didn’t know me yet, so she didn’t know that I never lost.
I wasn’t about to lose our bet either.
“Kiss me.”
Chapter Eight
Darcie
Stirring the sauce that was bubbling on the stove with one hand, I pressed the other one to my lips.
They still felt swollen from Havoc’s kiss at the farmers’ market. I had walked straight into that one. He had known that I had wanted to wander around the market badly enough that I would have done almost anything.
It wasn’t even like I had minded kissing him. He was a good looking man after all, but it just felt wrong. No, that wasn’t even it. His kiss had been hot.
It wasn’t the kiss that had been the problem. It was just wrong to be kissing someone in public only days after splitting up with my fiancé.
Especially when they were brothers.
I couldn’t go lusting after someone who was related to my ex. It just wasn’t the kind of woman I was.
Or at least it wasn’t the kind of woman I used to be.
“Something smells amazing.”
I jumped, my hand flapping in front of my face as I screamed. I hadn’t heard anyone come through the front door. I whirled, and my hand made contact with the boiling pan.
The tears were almost instant as I felt my skin bubble. The noise that left my throat was a sound of pain.
“Shit.” Havoc was across the floor in an instant. “Did you burn yourself?” He caught my wrist easily, and I still couldn’t speak as I sucked the offending finger into my mouth.
