Chapter 15

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Spent and sticky in the sun, we decided to jump into the Gulf to clean the sex scent from our perspiration-covered torsos.

While we soaked in the saltwater, he asked, “What are your plans for this afternoon, Axle?”

“A book signing and Long Island Iced Teas at Barnum’s Booktuary. Would you like to go with me?”

“Who is signing books?”

He knew very little, if anything at all, about novelists, writing, or bookstores. That didn’t mean I could label him a complete idiot, though. It simply clarified that he had other interests, which included decorating, texting, and fucking me between tall sand dunes on one of his client’s properties.

“Margo Pagino. She has a new historical romance out today. It’s called Fire’s Blend. It’s about a mansion in Georgia being burned to the ground during the Civil War.”

“How Margaret Mitchell of her.”

“I’d love for you to join me.”