Page 65 of Finding Hayes
“Such a protective hubby,” she said, moving closer, her hands on my chest. She smelled like peaches and vodka, and it turned me the hell on.
Her cheeks were a little flush, as she clearly had a slight buzz going.
She’d never been a big drinker, and that seemed to holdtrue. We were similar in that way. We both always wanted to be in control.
“Always when it comes to you. Fake or real, I’ve got you. You know that.” I kept my voice low, my eyes landing on her mouth.
Those soft pink, plump lips that I thought about every fucking day.
“I do.” She smiled, her honey-brown gaze locking with mine. “We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”
“We did. But we’re here now, right?” I pushed the long, dark waves away from her pretty face.
“Yes. That’s what matters. Thanks for everything you’re doing for me,” she whispered.
Damn. I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad I couldn’t see straight.
What was this woman doing to me?
This. Is. Not. Real.
You’ve just missed her. She’s your best friend.
Off-limits.
I wasn’t about to risk losing her for another decade by crossing the line while knowing it couldn’t go anywhere.
I wasn’t that guy. And she deserved a hell of a lot better.
The most I had to offer was a fake marriage and some mind-blowing sex.
Some would consider that a great offer. But Savannah wasn’t one who would.
She’d always wanted more for herself.
Hell, I wanted her to have everything she wanted.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“I know you would. That’s how I got you to do that Elton John and Keekee Dee duet with me.” She chuckled as she turned to grab the box of sparklers.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Come on. Let’s go pass out sparklers before everyone leaves.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
The guys were having a great time, and Cap yelled out, “Let’s call it a night, boys! Don’t make these young lovebirds kick you out. They’re newlyweds. They don’t want a bunch of firefighters passing out on their couch.”
I chuckled as he clapped me on the shoulder and leaned in. “I like this side of you, son. She’s good for you. Don’t fuck it up.”
“I don’t plan to.” The lie slipped from my lips so easily, and I wondered how we’d pull all of this off when it came to an end.
“Come see me before your shift next week. I want to discuss a few things about my exit and what’s to come.”
I nodded. “All right. Sounds good.”
Hopefully, it was good news. Because I had no intention of working for Lenny. Ever. It wouldn’t happen.
