engorged with her desire. Would it feel hard under his roving tongue, if he was ever so blessed to get it in his mouth? Or would it be soft? Swelling gently between his teeth as he nibbled and sucked it, molding itself in time with his lips as they brought it slowly to life? If he wasn’t so curious about why Lila had gotten arrested, he was sure he’d be struggling to hear a word she was saying. Not realizing he was staring, his eyes came up to hers when she spoke.
“Like I said.” She licked her lips. “I would never drive drunk.”
“All right. So why are you in jail?”
“Can I finish my story? I was getting to that.”
“Just tell me. Spit it out.”
She looked to the ground, mumbling.
Chase put a hand to his ear. “Speak up, Short Stack.”
“Drunk and disorderly misconduct!” she finally cried. “Okay? I got trashed and proceeded to run down the street singing every breakup song I could think of at the top of my lungs. I may or may not have had a top on while I was doing this. I was able to talk the cop out of charging me with indecent exposure, too—thank god.”
Chase chortled, his entire face lighting up. He immediately brought a fist to his mouth.
Lila glared. “Apparently the residents of the housing community I found myself running in weren’t so charmed by my singing voice so… I got arrested.”
“The responding officer arrested you? For that ?”
“I may have told him to go fuck himself… Once or twice.”
“Christ, you really are a total basket case.”
“Can you please just give me a ride to my car and never speak of this again?”
“The ride to your car? Yes, of course. The never speaking of this again?” He turned and opened the door to his truck before looking over his shoulder with a laugh. “That, I can’t promise.”
With what seemed to be a permanent scowl glued to her face, Lila circled Chase’s truck, climbed in, and slammed the door closed behind her.
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“You couldn’t have told me Jack was engaged, Chase? A little heads up would’ve been nice.”
“They just got engaged a few weeks ago. Just found out my damn self.”
“Why weren’t you at the engagement dinner? If I’d seen you, I would have known to get the hell outta dodge.”
“I was running late. By the time I got there you were probably already jogging half naked in somebody’s front yard, singing show-tunes.”
“I can’t stand you.” Her eyes fell to his mouth as he smiled that rare toothy smile.
Chase clenched one hand around the steering wheel of his truck and used the other to run his fingers through his hair. They’d managed to pick up Lila’s car from the tow yard just under the wire, mere minutes before she got charged for an extra day. He looked into the rearview, making sure her Prius was still firmly attached to the back of his truck. For some reason, her car engine wouldn’t start, even after the tow company gave her a jump. He’d have to take a look at it once he dropped her off at her house.
“Do you remember how to get there?” Lila asked, somewhat absently.
“I remember.” He’d never forget. He and his best friend, Ronnie, had joined a small crew of Lila’s friends to help her move into her new house a few months earlier. She’d never know how many times he’d come close to driving out to her home in the middle of the night. How close he’d come to throwing all caution to the wind, knocking on her door, and asking her for everything he’d yearned for since he was thirteen.
Her heart. Her lips. Her body.
Her.
He pushed his palm against the steering wheel and made a sharp U-turn, sneaking a look at her as he did.
“How’s the new place treating you anyway?”
“It’s pretty good. I just have to take care of a few maintenance issues to get it ready for the housewarming party tomorrow.”
“What kind of issues?” he asked.
She’d just bought a new house in Davis Square, a young,