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“Yeah, it’s all good. Now, release your woman so we can get to work.”
He growls and pulls her closer. “Hold your fucking horses. I haven’t seen her all damn day.”
“I’m just going to wait out in the truck then,” I grumble and roll my eyes as they start kissing. They don’t even acknowledge me so I duck outside and climb into the truck before dialing Quinn’s number.
“Hey, handsome,” she answers and I grin.
“Hey, baby. What are you up to?”
She sighs and the image of her perfect pouty lips flash through my mind as my cock stirs. Fuck, it’s been so hard to hold back with her when all I want to do is bury myself inside her.
“Just working.”
“Yeah? How’s the gala coming?”
“Well, I think everything will be ready by Saturday as long as I don’t forget to pick up my dress with everything else I’ve got going on.”
“Dress, huh? I can’t wait to see you in it.”
Her husky laugh goes straight to my cock. “Why does that sound dirty when you say it?”
“Maybe because I was imagining taking the dress off you at the end of the night.”
“Lucas,” she gasps, her voice a husky whisper and I bite back a groan.
“Baby, you can’t say my name like that.”
She giggles and the sound fills me with pride. I love making her laugh. “Why not?”
“Because I promised to take things slow and I don’t want to be an ass, especially after what you shared with me last night.”
“Forget the rules and taking things slow, Lucas. I told you last night that I’m all in.”
“Quinn Dawson,” I drawl. “Are you asking me to go steady?”
She laughs and I can just imagine the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles. “Yeah, I guess I am. What do you say?”
“I suppose we could give it a shot.”
“I’m overjoyed by your enthusiastic response,” she answers and I laugh as Tate walks out of the clubhouse.
“Truthfully, Darlin’, I knew you were different right from the moment you looked at me. I’ve just been waitin’ on you.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
I nod as Tate opens the passenger door to the truck. “Yeah, I do. Told ya, I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
“One of these days, that might just sink in. You want to come over for dinner tonight?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” I reply as I feel Tate’s gaze burrowing into the side of my face. Her brow quirks in question when I glance in her direction but I ignore it and turn back to the steering wheel.
“Perfect. I get off at five and I can pick something up on my way home.”
Something about the way she says home does something to me and I can’t help but picture truly having a home with her and Brooklyn someday. Damn, that’s a pretty picture even if it’s only in my imagination.
“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’ll grab something before I come over. What are you in the mood for?”
Tate sighs from the other side of the cab and I shoot a glare in her direction. The woman has no patience whatsoever..
