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"How do you find anything?"
"I don't," he answers. "I just pray that I never get audited. Thankfully, the health department doesn't care how messy the office is or I'd be shut down."
"I don't mind helping."
"I appreciate the help, but not after such a long day. Didn't you have the vaccine clinic this morning? I thought I saw a sign up at the post office earlier this week."
"We did," I confirm. "I think we gave over a thousand shots. It's so nice of Dr. McBride to hold them twice a year to keep costs down for everyone."
Buying vaccines in bulk and using them all at the same time makes it less expensive for all, and Dr. McBride transfers those savings to the community because he's just a really nice guy.
"If you want to help when you're less tired, I can get you a key so you can come up here when you have time."
I almost snort. Less tired? When I have time?
His ignorance is more about his lack of experience with kids than an attempt at being disrespectful. Thankfully, I catch myself this time before launching off into some sort of monologue about just how little single parents have in every aspect of their lives.
The man knows I need money, and maybe this is his way of giving me the chance to make more of it.
"That's very kind of you," I say as I place the stack of receipts I've gathered to the side, knowing full well what organizational progress I have made tonight will be ruined before I step in here again. "Let me get out of your hair. I don't mean to keep you here longer."
He steps back, giving me an appropriate amount of room to get past him, but there's something in his eyes that stops me in my tracks.
Instead of overthinking, something I've never really had a problem with in the moment, I press my hand to his chest a second before pressing my lips to his.
He doesn't kiss me back immediately, and I feel like a fool. But when I pull back, he stops me, his eyes darting between mine before he leans in and takes my mouth the same way he did the first time he kissed me.
Chapter 15
Walker
There's only so much room left for maneuvering in this tiny office, and I felt the warmth of her body when she brushed past me to go clock out. I never imagined when I pulled in a breath that on the exhale, her lips would be on mine.
It shocked the shit out of me, but my recovery was quick. When she pulled back, no doubt thinking I wasn't interested, I knew I had to move quickly.
She moans into my mouth, and you'd think I was sixteen all over again. But this isn't the janitor's closet at the high school, and she sure as hell isn't Sage Douglas, the first girl who ever kissed me.
My body responds much the same way it did back then. Truth be told, it hasn't done that with a single sound in a very long time. Back then it was from new experiences and raging hormones. I'm old enough to know that it's something much deeper than that surface shit now.
With her fingers tangled in my t-shirt, I pull her closer and deepen the kiss. This is exactly what I wanted that first night I kissed her.
When she rolls her hips against mine, I feel like I've struck gold or won the lottery. Maybe it's a combination of both.
I know I should put an end to this. I should take a step back and make sure where her head is, but then her hand untangles from my shirt and scrapes down the front of my jeans, and all logical reason melts away. She's a grown woman, and more than capable of pumping the brakes if she wants to. I'll listen if that happens, but until then, I'm full steam ahead.
Her warm palm finds its way under my shirt, and it's my turn to moan at the heat of her hand on my bare skin. I pull my mouth away long enough to get my shirt over my head.
She stops me before I can throw it on the floor.
"I didn't mop back here," she grumbles as she pulls it from my hand and tosses it on my desk chair.
I huff a laugh but her reasoning tells me that she's fully in control of her actions right now. I envy that about her because my body isn't letting my head get a word in.
"This can't be from just hauling cases of beer around the bar," she says, her eyes following the trace of her fingers over my pecs.
My chest seems to swell a little bigger from the attention she's showing me and the appreciation in her eyes.
Her fingers travel lower, and then they pause at the button on my jeans.
