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The burble of a bike engine intercepts our conversation, and Savage pulls up on his Harley. He gets off, then opens his saddlebags and grabs a bouquet and a Tupperware from within. Hannah clears her throat and mentions going to the bathroom before dipping out of sight.
My little sister thinks we’re blind to her crush on Savage, but he wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. It’s best if it stays that way. Savage is a lone wolf, and I don’t see that changing.
Ganny starts trying to get up and we stop her.
“What do you need?” I ask. “Water? A drink?”
“Your daddy’s in the kitchen, and I don’t trust him with my potato bake for a second. I’ve got to check on him.”
“I’ll go,” I say. “You stay here.”
I head into the kitchen and place the casserole on the counter. Dad is nowhere to be seen, so I check on the potato bake in the oven. The cheese is bubbly, and it looks about done.
Footsteps tap on the tiles behind me, and I turn, expecting Han and finding Marci instead.
My chest squeezes, and my dick reacts to her instantly.
Marci smells like lavender and looks like torture. She’s chosen a tight-fitting camisole and white skirt that I’d love to fuck off her body. The straps of her bikini top, a halter, sit against her pale skin, digging in.
“Taylor.”
She’s holding a casserole dish.
“Angel.”
She rolls her eyes and brushes past me. I catch her wrist and squeeze.
“Did you call the cops?”
“No.”
“That’s fucking dumb.”
“Eat my ass, Taylor,” she says, and pulls free of my grip.
Don’t tempt me.
Then she turns and places the casserole dish on the counter, right next to mine.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters. “Someone else made a King Ranch chicken casserole?”
“Me,” I say.
Marci spins around and stares at me, her green gaze biting.
“Of course, you did, Taylor. Yet another attempt to harsh my vibe.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I say.
“Huh?”
“You think I’d go out of my way to figure out what you’re bringing to the potluck?” I ask. “And copy you?”
I take a step closer to her.
She places the heels of her palms on the counter behind her and glares up at me.
“I wouldn’t put anything past you at this point. I bet you’ve been doing push-ups for the last month in preparation for the wrestling today.”
