“I am.”
We reach the lot, and I pop the trunk and put her bag inside.
“I got a hotel room for tonight,” she says, “but I don’t need to check in yet. We could swing by your place instead, get ready there. I’d love to see it.”
“I’ve got something I need to do for Ridge.” I close the trunk. “Flint’s actually going to swing by and pick you up to take you to the chapel. I’ll meet you there. I hope that’s okay?”
Her face falls a little.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Best man duties,” I lie through my teeth. I don’t want her at my place.
She recovers fast, mouth curving again, hands going to her hips. “Well, you’ll just have to make it up to me later, then.” She gives me this pouty look.
“I will.”
“I’m holding you to that.” She climbs into the passenger seat, and once I’m behind the wheel, her hand lands on my thigh. She squeezes, leaving her hand there.
I feel nothing other than uncomfortable.
Do I tell her to take it off?
I want to.
Shit!
“Great weather we’re having,” I tell her.
“It’s beach weather. You should take me tomorrow. We could skinny-dip.” She bobs her brows when I look at her, and I feel my cheeks heat.
“I’m not much of a swimmer,” I lie again.
I have never been so glad to see a hotel come into view a few excruciating minutes later.
I pull up at the entrance and put the car in park. “Need a hand with your bag?”
“Come up for a while.” She pulls her seatbelt off, already reaching for the door handle, and winks at me on her way out.
Shit.
I sit there a second too long.
Is that an invitation to have sex?I think it might be exactly that.
This is terrible.
Worse than terrible.
I get out and meet her at the trunk, then I hand her the bag instead of carrying it in. “I’d love to, but I can’t. I’ve got to get going,” I lie for the third or fourth time; I can’t keep count.
“Let me guess.” She tilts her head, lips pressed together like she’s fighting a smile. “Best man stuff?”
“Yeah. I’m afraid so.”
She steps in and kisses me again; I feel her trying to deepen the kiss, even though I haven’t so much as lifted my hands. I pull back before it can go anywhere.
“I’ll see you later,” I blurt like an idiot.
Her eyes are a little dull when she looks up at me, and she isn’t smiling anymore.
