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It also spurred me into action.
I ignored the love bites…no, hickeys…love bites implied something else. What I had dotting my breasts and stomach was the evidence Wilson liked to bite and suck his way down a woman’s body.
Not helping.
With my gaze now averted I brushed my teeth and rushed through a shower.
I’d pack up tonight after my visit with Gram.
* * *
“Where’s Wilson?” my grandmother asked.
Surely she wasn’t asking me.
I looked up from the stack of books I was perusing and did my best to look uninterested.
“He and Jack are finishing up a meeting, then they’ll be on their way,” said Jane, a very beautiful blonde with stunning green eyes.
I knew Jane was married to Davis, a development that had pleased my grandmother. She was not a woman who pretended not to have favorites. Everyone in my family knew they had my grandmother’s love, but they knew I was her favorite. Just like I knew Davis Wright held a special place in my grandmother’s heart. For some reason she worried about him more than the rest and was over the moon when she’d met Jane and had instantly declared the woman perfect for her Davis.
Now Jane worked at the bookstore, Smutties, with my grandmother. Something else that pleased her greatly.
“Wilson’s coming here?” I squeaked.
Yes, I freaking squeaked.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Oh, I knew…Wilson McCray’s big dick and the memory of what he could do with it was what was wrong with me.
That was a lie, but I was sticking to it. A lie was better than admitting seeing him would be like a dagger plunging into my heart.
Jane’s attention snapped to me.
Great.
She’d heard the squeak.
“Who do you think is going to carry all those boxes of books out here from the back?” my grandmother asked.
“I can carry them—”
“Nonsense, child. Besides, it’s your last night, we’ll all be having dinner together. Wilson’s offered to host. His condo is the closest.”
I knew where his condo was.
Damn that man.
“You okay?” Jane asked.
“Yeah. Sure. Dandy.”
My grandmother snorted.
“Dandy? That’s telling.” Gram paused then looked at Jane. “That’s what she says when she’s frazzled.”
I was not frazzled.
