Page 88 of In Too Fast

“Dealing with one less major issue in trying to make this thing called love fly.”

I swatted his arm, my fingers brushing against the soft cotton of his white tee. “Would you let me finish a sentence?” He grabbed the swatting hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it, making my knuckles heat. Yeah, okay, making the rest of me heat, too.

I pulled it away from him and swatted again. “You couldn’t have told me on the phone that he wasn’t your kid? You made me get all prepared to see a Mini Stick and all those feelings to deal with?” Swat. “You can be such an asshat.” Swat.

He grabbed my hand again and yanked me to him, wrapping his arms around me.

“Yeah, but I’myourasshat.” He leaned down, resting his forehead against mine, gazing at me with those intense brown eyes.

I wove my hands behind his neck, entrenching my fingers in his rat’s-nest hair.

“And don’t you forget it,” I said. Then I kissed him.

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