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When is this shit going to end?

Chapter Twenty-One

Kady

“Baby!” Noah calls, his voice booming through the cabin and I roll my eyes before turning back to my reflection in the mirror. As soon as he got home from the run, he ordered me into the shower and said he was taking me out. Not that I mind. Going out with my man gives me a good excuse to avoid thinking about the ticking clock on the deadline I gave Kelly and TJ. “Kady Jane!”

“One minute!” I yell back, annoyance eating away at me as I run my hands down the short black sweater dress I decided on. I bought it a few months back and was saving it for a special occasion and this seems as good as any. All in all, things are pretty good.

“Are you about…” he snaps as he walks into the bedroom, his words trailing off as his eyes widen. “Shit. You look damn good, baby.”

I blush, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Thank you.”

“Although,” he murmurs, crossing the room to me and running the tips of his fingers along my thigh where the dress ends. “This is awfully short.”

“And your point is?”

“Maybe I should make you change.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Give it a try and let’s see how that works for you.”

“Fuck,” he growls as he slips his hand across my belly and rests his chin on my shoulder. “That red lipstick makes me imagine your lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Pervert.”

He nods. “When it comes to you? Hell, fucking yeah, babe.”

I shift, rubbing my thighs together and he grins as I spin in his grasp and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you anyway. Thanks for taking me out tonight. I really needed it.”

“Of course,” he says, nodding. “You ready to go now?”

I grab my black leather jacket off the chair in the corner and turn back to him as I nod. He smiles, running a hand through his hair, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and I scowl as he takes my hand and leads me out to the living room. Ever since he got back today, he’s been a little off. Not as bad as he was when he first found out about Nicholas but still, something is bugging him. As much as I want to pry, I decide to leave it alone as we walk outside and he opens the door of the truck for me. I climb in and he does the same right after me, pulling me close to his side as he starts the truck.

“Would you prefer I just sit on your lap?” I tease and he grins.

“Depends… you wearing panties under that ridiculously short dress?”

I smile as he backs out of the driveway. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Shit. You telling me you aren’t? Cause I swear to God, woman, I will take you back inside and spank your ass. No way in hell, you’re wearing a dress that short and going commando. You’ve lost your goddamn mind.”

“Go,” I demand as I laugh, pointing to the main road and he stares at me with a scowl on his face.

“Son of a bitch. I can’t tell if you’re telling me the truth or not.”

I shrug. “Guess you’ll just have to go to the restaurant and maybe you’ll find out later.”

He pouts like a child as he turns back toward the road and pulls the truck out onto it. I bite my lip to fight off the fit of giggles his expression inspires as I turn away from him. He hates it now but he’ll be wondering all through dinner and it will just make tonight that much hotter. By the time we reach the restaurant, his mood hasn’t improved and my lip throbs from all the biting I had to do to keep my laughter at bay. He parks the truck before turning to me.

“I need to know,” he growls, trying to slip his hand up my thigh and I laugh as I twist away from him and push his hand away.

“You’re just going to have to be patient.”

Grumbling, he opens the door and jumps out before pulling me out along with him. As I stand in front of him, he glances down my body and shakes his head as heat fills his gaze. Meeting my eyes again, he grabs a piece of my hair between his fingers and brushes it out of my face before he cups my cheek.

“Fuck. You are gorgeous, baby.”

Warmth flushes through me as I grab his hand and my eyes close. “Noah.”