enjoying something to pay attention to instead of Cadence’s sweet ass running into the house. He’d spent one day and night in his sister’s house and still hadn’t shared space under the roof with Cadence. More than likely, Autumn’s comment about “too fast” had to do with his reaction to his nemesis. “Is Divine closed?”
“Yeah, the last customer left a few minutes ago.”
Where did the day go?
Autumn moved closer. “She’s scared, you know.” She rubbed her right bicep. Underneath the light jacket was her snake arm cuff. During brunch yesterday morning in Travis’ kitchen, she rubbed it when they discussed Cadence. It must be her “go to” place, along with the rainbow necklace she kissed often.
“Yeah,” he said absently, still wigged out for letting the kiss get out of hand. He compared a skittish Cadence to a green horse. Staying in best friend mode, tender and caring, would earn trust and tear down the erected walls formed out of fear and pain.
Touching her and looking into her big, soothing tropical eyes, reminded him of the Caribbean waters, of peace and calmness. The same serenity he used to feel when he peered into them, before they turned sad and depressed. He’d planned to explain in more detail why the horse acted like a watched dog, but his cravings stampeded over him.
When he finally reined in his body to slow the fuck down, she stroked his chest, igniting a stronger wave of desire and knocking out the memory of her shooing him from her life. His hunger took matters out of his hands. He eased back and stared at his palms, not believing he held her, cupped her sweet cheeks. The dropping temperatures should have chilled his skin. Far from it, he was hot and sweaty.
“Okay then, I’ll go.”
Shoot, he ignored Autumn. “Sorry, my mind drifted. What did you say?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I love when my thoughts drift like that and my skin flushes.”
Hell! He lowered his chin and coughed, clearing his thoughts of Cadence. “I’m good. What’s up?”
Travis’ chuckle drifted toward him. “I hope that’s not an invitation to my girlfriend.”
“What?” Bradley flinched and arched an eyebrow. The last thing he needed was for Travis to think he made a move on her. “Damn, don’t do that.”
“Not to worry.” He pulled Autumn against him, her back to his front. “Destiny Tours is closed for the day. Picnic is packed and in the truck.” He pressed his cheek to hers. “Ready?”
Bradley’s pent up energy blew out on a harsh breath. It slayed him to watch their admiration for each other. “Have fun.” He stuck up a hand as he headed toward the house. “I don’t want a report.”
“Don’t forget what I said,” Autumn said, picking up Hopper.
With no clue what she’d said, and having an idea he should listen, he asked, “What’s that?”
Her lips twisted and her eyes sparkled. “Listen when she talks.”
That was a crash and burn setup. “Point taken.”
“No, seriously. That’s what I said when you zoned out. Don’t do that to her. Trust me, the type of kiss she gave you made me hot and bothered.”
“Say what?” Travis snuggled a laughing Autumn closer, nibbled on her neck, and aimed them toward his truck parked beside the hangar. “Later, Bradley.”
“Take it easy,” he said and stopped short of plowing into Trina. The drink she carried splashed over her fingers. “Sorry.” He draped an arm over her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “How are you holding up?”
With dark circles under her eyes and face pale, she looked beat. She leaned her head on his shoulder and handed him a drink. “For you. I figured you needed something to offset that kiss you planted on Cadence.”
The unavoidable conversation about him and Cadence looked him square in the face. He accepted the drink and downed several swallows. “Thanks.” A large snowflake spiraled down and dissolved in his drink.
“It’s been snow-kissed.” Trina laughed,