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“More?” she asks, her lips curving in a sneaky little grin. “Are we talking, like, dirty more? Or, like, running more?”
Unable to handle her, I turn to the boys and kiss them both. When Darcy licks me, I glare at him. “Behave, you.”
I should be saying that to his mom.
Clara’s angelic giggles run down my spine, and my stomach clenches. “Tell Daddy bye, boys!”
Daddy.
Fucking fuck me sideways. My eyes drift shut as I inhale sharply. I turn to look at her, drinking her in and wanting her to say that again—but to me.
While my dick is deep inside her tight little cunt.
I gotta go.
“I’ll be in touch,” I say, moving past her.
“I sent you the link for the app. Make sure to get it so you can see all the pictures I post, and I’ll text you when I get to the house tonight.”
“I don’t like apps.”
She gives me a dry look. “Okay, Grandpa.”
God, are you there? Help me, please.“Text me the pics, aye?”
“Aye-aye, Captain.”
I want to laugh, but I don’t want her to know I think she’s funny. Or that I enjoy her messing with me. I nod, feeling like my heart is about to break free from my ribs. “Sounds good. Be safe, Clara.”
“You too, Riggs.”
I step out, and she closes the door behind me. I look over my shoulder when she hits the horn, grinning widely at me. I can’t stop myself from laughing, which is unlike me. I can’t help it. Not only do I hear the dogs barking to “Jingle Bells” again, but I swear she is a ball of sunshine. She’s so luminous, and I love being on the receiving end of her glow.
Which I’m sure will end up burning me to ashes.
CHAPTER 10
Clara
Me: I might be coming up with a plan to keep Gretzky and Gordie.
I would never do such a thing, but I can’t help goading Riggs. He is a blast to fuck with, and now I know why Alex does it. Riggs gets so mad, but he has his mask locked in place, and it’s fun to watch it crack along the edges. He also gets this look in his eyes like he isn’t sure if he’s gonna strangle me or fuck me.
It’s a blast.
Maybe if I push hard enough, he’ll decide on the latter.
Or hell, both…he-he.
Riggs: Plan away. You’ll fail.
Me: Wow, that’s rude. Aren’t you a coach? Aren’t you supposed to uplift me?
Riggs: Only telling you the truth. And I coach men, not wee lasses with smart mouths.
Me: Are you saying I have a smart mouth?
Riggs: No, I’m talking about another Clara who is watching my dogs for me.
