Chapter 67

“You’re always running away from me. Why is that?” he asked, crowding me against the door. God, he smelled terrific, and he felt hard everywhere he touched me, especially…whoa. Was that his cock saying “hello”?

“What are you…? Did I forget something?” My brain was foggy. Can you blame me?

“Yes. This.” And then, René Glass placed his slightly cool hands on my face, and in front of the entire town of locals and tourists, kissed me as though his life depended on it.

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Later that evening, at the cabin, I sat in the workshop I shared with Woody, watching as he bent over a folding bench and picnic table combo.

“So I saw René chasing after you this afternoon,” he began as he sanded one of the legs.

My cheeks felt hot even as I rolled my eyes. “He wasn’t chasing me.”

He removed the protective eyewear and placed it on a worktable. “Uh, yeah, he was. You still in denial?”

“Nothing to deny. It’s just not a good idea.”