Page 46 of Driven to Love

She’d learned that lesson. Nash may have surprised her in some ways, but he wasn’t her picket-fence guy.

She slid down his body. Every nerve in her danced with awareness. Her legs quivered as her feet touched the ground.

Nash kept one arm around her waist as he shifted his focus to the field. “Way to go, Davey!”

Oh, yeah. The game. Davey. Thank goodness Nash remembered.

The tingling left her legs, and she pulled out of his embrace. Composing herself, she picked up Max. She waved his little paws in the air, cheering on his boy.

As she sat back down, she snuck a look at Beth, who was grinning at her.

Jillian, on the other hand, scowled over Beth’s shoulder.

Addison smiled at her. “That was a fantastic hit.”

At Addison’s compliment, the other woman straightened. “It was.”

Addison leaned back in her chair and pulled the brim of her cap down. The game was getting good.

“I need to make a stop before we head back to Gray Duck Grove,” Nash said as he inched the truck forward through the post-game traffic.

“I hope it’s for food. I’m starving.” Addison had enjoyed the game thoroughly. Not just the sideline action, but the actual game. Davey’s team lost by one, but it was a hard-fought battle. After the game, they said goodbye, and then Davey headed out with his mom.

Addison thought about today as they turned out onto the main street. While the kiss scrambled her brain for a moment, the tension dissipated quickly into a comfortable silence as they watched the game. No doubt Nash had kissed her to ward off Jillian’s advances. It must have worked, for the other woman focused on the game, with only the occasional glance of longing toward Nash.

Yup, Addison’s work here was done. Now if she could shake this stupid attraction to Nash.

Sure, the man was all that and a sparkly tiara, but he wasn’t the guy for her. She snuck a look at him from her periphery. Maybe she should jump his bones and get it out of her system? She suppressed the urge. That would not be wise, even if it would be fabulous.

“How about pizza? There’s a great wood-fired pizza place on the way home.”

“Sounds good.” Addison tipped her head back and closed her eyes. The sleeping puppy’s breathing lulled her into a relaxed state. Before she knew it, Nash pulled up in front of this cute little house in a middle-class neighborhood.

“Where are we?”

“My parent’s house. It won’t take long, I promise.” He jumped out of the truck and rounded the front.

“Parents?” she muttered under her breath as he opened her door. No need to be nervous. They weren’t dating. Hell, she’d met his ex-wife and son. So why did she have this anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach?

Because you were just lusting for their son.

He extended a hand, long fingers waiting.

She eyed it, debating if touching him was a good idea. It wasn’t, but she slid her hand into his anyway and jumped from the truck.

Max wiggled free from her grasp and raced around the yard. He did two laps before he found the perfect spot to do his business.

Nash whistled from the front step, and Max tripped over his own paws rushing to him. “Good boy.”

With one knock, Nash opened the door. “Mom? Dad? I’m home.”

“How was the game? Did they win?” The soft lilt of an older woman’s voice carried from inside the house.

Addison peeked around Nash to see a woman in capris and a tank top. Her face lit up at the sight of her son. Addison could see where Nash got his dimples.

“No. Three to four, but Davey got a run.” Nash crossed to her and enveloped her in a hug. “Where’s Dad?”

“Downstairs. The air conditioner froze up. I told him to wait for you, but you know him.” She turned to Addison. “Oh, hello. I didn’t realize Nash was bringing a guest.”