Page 62 of Trailer Trash

Killian.

I shake it off. No.

Jaxson.

“I’m playing,” he adds, “Although, your body is... something.”

“Stop!” I squeal and giggle more, both of us flirting like all-stars.

“Okay, okay. Seriously. I like a woman who is loyal, hardworking, and into family.”

“Check, check, and check,” I say.

“A woman of God is important to me, too.”

He doesn’t wear a cross. I wasn’t expecting that, but I like it. I’d rather have a religious man than a rebellious man.

I hold up my palm. “Amen to that.”

He smirks and nods in agreement. “Good. How about you? What do you want in a man?”

“Oh! Wow,” says a deep, and endlessly infuriating voice.

Killian.

I force myself to look up.

He wears a smug grin, way too pleased to see my unhappy expression. He’s dressed to impress. Two gold chains tonight. Rings on those tattooed fingers. Fresh haircut. Tight on the sides with black curls lying just right.

The bastard got ready for my date. I just know it.

“What are the chances?” he says, pretending to be astonished. “I’m on a date. You’re on a date. And we happen to end up in the same place.”

“Yes,” I grumble. “Hello, Killian.”

“Killian Easton?” says Jaxson. “The hospital owner’s son?”

“Yes,” I answer for Killian. “He’s my patient. I am his sober aide.”

Killian doesn’t flinch. He puffs out his chest. “Yep, sober for a month now.”

More like two weeks.

He drank at the pool party.

Lord help me.

“Good for you, man,” says Jaxson, who stands and shakes Killian’s hand.

A woman appears behind Killian. Blonde, gorgeous, and unfortunately, familiar.

“This is Nina, my date.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. River’s fiancée. Does he have no boundaries? He’s disrupting my night, and now her. This is obviously a sabotage attempt.

Killian rests his hand on the small of Nina’s back. I flinch, unsure why.

Suddenly, he perks up more. “Oh! We gotta go. Our table is ready. It’s outside. It was nice to meet you, Jaxson. Good to see ya, Harlow.”