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“Why do you look like you’re having murderous thoughts?” Presley broke the silence.
I didn’t answer at first.
I hadn’t slept well.
Hell, I hadn’t slept well since this woman had come back home.
I’d fucked my right hand thinking about her so many times over the last week I probably had carpal tunnel. It was more action than my dick had seen in years, so now he was on edge and reacting every single time we saw her.
“Why do you ask?” I glanced over at her before putting my eyes back on the road.
“I hate when people answer a question with a question.”
“Isn’t that what you do for a living?” I said, trying to hide the humor from my voice.
“You just did it again. Under the pretense of inquiring about my profession.”
I let out a long breath, leaning forward to look up at the sky, seeing it darkening the further we drove. I’d driven in snow hundreds of times, so I wasn’t overly concerned. I just didn’t want this to turn into a ten-hour trip.
“I’m thinking about Preston. He cut a piece of Gracie’s hair, and he could have really hurt her by having scissors by her neck.”
“He’s a little shit,” she hissed. “And the apple does not fall far from the tree. His mom had zero concerns about the scissors. She was just focused on Gracie’s father.”
“She’s looking for a husband, and she’s definitely looking in the wrong place if she thinks that’s going to happen here.”
“Yeah? You’ve never hooked up with her?”
I rolled my eyes. “Give me a little credit. I have a child.”
“Does that mean once you become a parent, you don’t hook up with people?” She chuckled. “That’s kind of ironic, really. I mean, you have tohave sexto make a baby, right?”
“Last time I checked.”
“And then what? You just stop having sex once you have the kid? That doesn’t seem logical.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I groaned. “I didn’t say I didn’t have sex. I said I didn’t have sex with Rhonda.”
“Oh. So, you do make time for yourself, huh?”
“Presley.”
“Cage.”
“Can we not talk about this right now?”
“We’re both grown-ups. I don’t know why you have to make it so weird. There’s no shame in talking about it. All the kids are doing it.” She sang out the last line and then laughed hysterically.
I didn’t comment. I was too focused on the raging erection growing behind my zipper now that she’d brought up sex, and it was making things very uncomfortable for me.
“Fine. I’ll DJ.” She turned on the radio and found a country station. It was one thing we’d always agreed on.
Country music.
She sang along like she always did.
I focused on the road and tried not to think about my dick for the next hour or so, and the snow started to fall and turn into a full-on blizzard. I didn’t miss the way Presley kept looking out the window and then biting down on her bottom lip, which again led to me having an issue down south.
We’d just made it to the pass, and I couldn’t see two feet in front of me anymore. The roads were getting slicker by the minute.
