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Prescott runs his hand over his face and pulls on the road. “I’m still hungover, and today was my sleep-in day.”
He looks almost as bad as I feel. Hair disheveled, that damn scruff that at this point is practically a beard, the dark circles under his eyes. Makes you wonder what keeps a star wide receiver, who just got back from an injury and is on top of his game, up at night.
Prescott glances at me, those brown eyes of his meeting mine.
“Well, it’s good to know that he didn’t just interrupt my dream.”
Prescott quirks his brow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Having interesting dreams, are you, Cole?”
Those heated eyes watching me, the feel of his hands and his mouth on me, making the hair at the back of my neck rise.
“Shut up, and drive. Will ya?” I mutter, turning my head to look out the window.
Prescott smirks. “Whatever you say, doll.”
I give him a side eye, which only makes him chuckle.
Asshole.
The rest of the ride goes smoothly, and in no time, we’re parked in front of Macy’s.
“Well, thanks…” I start just as Prescott says: “About yesterday…”
“We’re not talking about yesterday,” I mutter, unbuckling the seatbelt and getting out of the car.
Prescott curses behind me, but I’m already walking toward the local diner. The smell of grease, sugar, and coffee hits me the moment I step inside, and I let it wash away the scent of Prescott from my mind.
Taking a sweep of the space, I find Nixon and our friends seated in the corner booth. Before the door fully closes, Prescott slides behind me, his tall frame looming over me.
“Jade…”
“Not talking,” I grit through clenched teeth as I make my way to our friends.
“Look who’s finally here!” Nixon says as soon as we join the group.
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, sliding into the booth across from him and Yasmin. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I told you I’d be here, didn’t I?”
“Granted, that’s what you said last weekend, but you fell right back to sleep,” Yasmin chuckles.
“That’s why I called in the reinforcements this time around,” Nixon grins just as Prescott mutters a hello.
“Make some room for me, will ya?”
I look up, my eyes narrowed. Does he really have to sit next to me?
“What?” He raises his brows as if he can read my mind. “Should I sit on the floor?”
Huffing, I slide closer to Alyssa. “It’s not my problem you have a big ass.”
“You checking out my ass, doll?”
“In case you forgot, there is a baby at the table,” Maddox’s warning is followed by a stream of unrecognizable noises coming from the little girl lying in the crook of his arm.
At four months, Edie Mae is the little princess everybody knew she’d be, and she has everybody wrapped around her little fingers, but nobody nearly as much as her daddy.
“You know that she can’t actually understand what we’re saying, right?” Prescott asks, leaning over the table.
The motion has him getting all in my face, and not even the smells of the diner can obscure the spicy scent of his cologne.
