If only she isn’t about to face her next obstacle in life, the one she ran from six years ago: her ex husband.
Now, if only she’d stop fighting him along the way.
Unlocking the door and swinging it open, I realized I should have hoped a little harder. Talon stood there looking spunky in dark jeans, a black tee, and motorcycle boots. His hair looked wet from a recent shower, and I wondered if I could blow-dry it for him with my mouth. My traitorous heart leaped, my body tingled, and…what the frig? How’d my underwear get wet already? Wait, had I peed myself? I looked down at the floor. Nope, wasn’t wet.
That meant only one thing. “I need to get laid or break out my Gold Finger on maximum speed.”
Deanna burst out laughing, and Talon seemed smug. I looked at them both confused. Oh, hell no. I did not just say that aloud. See! Drinks, Talon, and me. It was a no-go!
“I really hate this talkin’ shit. I want you as my woman. Long-fuckin’-term. I know we still got a lot’ta shit we need to learn ’bout one another, but that’s the best part. For once in my life, I’ll try to be patient, for you.”
“Kitten, please look at me.”
“So I can tell you how fuckin’ sorry I am. I wish you’d never seen that, ‘cause it will never happen again. And I wish I could take that pained look I saw on your face, those tears that fell from your eyes, and wipe away any hurt you felt.”