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“Okay.”

“Follow me.” She walked over to the far end of the barn and a long line of rope lying on the ground. “Dad says I need to work on three knots because I’m not doing them right. If I could figure them out, I would feel like I’ve accomplished something.”

Of all the things I thought she would ask, this was not it, but it was also something I was very good at and happy to help. I would do anything to keep that beautiful smile on her face.

“You’ve got it.”

She pulled over a couple of old crates and flipped them over for us to sit on. We were at it for about twenty minutes. Kallie was still having issues with one of the knots, and I could tell she was getting frustrated.

“I give up,” she growled, and I grabbed her hand.

“Here, try tying it on me instead. It’s so much easier than not wrapping the rope around anything.”

“This is stupid. It won’t help,” she said and crossed her arms.

“Just try it. Besides, you always say how much fun it would be to tie me up.” She smirked at that.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Holding out my wrist, she wrapped the ends around. I corrected the direction to put the loop through, but a few minutes later, she had it and clapped her hands.

“Okay, the other one before I forget how I did it.” She grabbed a second rope lying on the ground, and this time, she was quicker. Jumping up with a cheer, she kissed me hard, and I groaned as I finally got to taste her again after what felt like forever.

“Wait right there,” she said and nibbled my bottom lip.

Maybe if I hadn’t been so keen to make her happy and forget about the argument between her and her dad, I would’ve seen this for what it was. I might have noticed she was playing me like a damn fiddle, and I let her.

I looked over my shoulder at the sound of a click and then looked up as the pullies above my head activated.

“Oh shit.” Within seconds, the slack on the rope pulled tight and yanked me to my feet, with just my toes touching the floor and my arms above my head. I looked like a pig hung up after slaughter.

“Trouble, what the hell are you doing?”

“Are you in pain?”

What kind of question was that? “Well, no, but that’s beside the point.”

“No, it really isn’t.” She walked around me, and her smile was devious. Lips curled up in a grin she used whenever she was doing something naughty, and her eyes glittered in the poor lighting of the barn. This was not good.

Chapter Thirty-Five

CARTER

I really should’ve seen this coming. Kallie was freaking trouble.

“Let me down, Trouble,” I said, turning a little to try and keep my eye on her as she walked around me.

“Or what? Are you going to spank me? Teach the bad girl a lesson?” She pouted. “You know, like how you taught me a lesson at the movie theater?”

“Is that what this is about?” Her nails ran across my stomach, just under my jacket, and I shivered.

“A little, but mostly, I knew you’d try to go the entire time you’re home and not touch me, and I’m just not putting up with that this time. We’re adults, and we can do what we want when we want.” I gave up trying to turn with her. “You’re wearing too many clothes. We need to rectify that.”

“Trouble, stop, I mean it.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” I glanced toward the door as she put the knife between her teeth which was fucking sexy. She kept her eyes on mine as she slowly pulled down the zipper on my jacket, then my hoodie, and cut through my t-shirt. I shivered as the cold air hit my skin. She ran her fingers over her name on my chest and smiled.

“I fucking love that you put my real name over your heart,” she said as she traced the lines.