But I very much want to do middle-of-the-story things with her.
She takes a long, deep breath. “We should?”
“I told Jake Turner I’d get rid of whoever was out here. There’s a pretty good chance he’s going to send one of his boys out here to check that no one came back.”
“Oh.”
“That’s the thing about trespassing,” I say with a small grin. “The whole point is you can’t stay.”
“Right.”
I help her gather everything up and slip the food back into the thermal bag she brought along. I stretch to my feet and extend a hand to her.
She takes it, letting me pull her to stand.
We both pause, only inches apart.
If I were going to kiss her, this would be a really good time.
The position is perfect. The moment is perfect.
But I step back and motion for her to head out the door first. “I’ll carry the food. Watch your footing on the steps.”
She gives me a tiny eye roll and I swear, if she were my girlfriend, I’d swat her ass for it.
My palm itches with the urge.
But she passes by and I make a fist instead of putting my hand on that perfect ass.
The scent of her shampoo drifts up to me, though, and I’m pretty sure the dirty dream I’m certain to have tonight is going to involve spanking.
At the trucks, we both round to the passenger side of Charlie’s truck. Mia takes her cap off, tossing it onto the seat and running her fingers through her long hair.
“Ugh, it’s so humid out here.” Then she strips the long-sleeved camo tee over her head.
My heart stops for a moment, but she’s wearing a white tank underneath. She tosses the camo tee onto the seat as well.
Working on breathing evenly, I step around her to set the food on the floor, make a note to call Charlie immediately and ask what he thought was going to happen when I came out here and saw Mia with his truck, tell him that I gave Mia insight about her writing, and bribe him with an unlimited supply of tropical Skittles if he promises to let me in on future Mia plans to get me alone that he is privy to.
I’m so caught up in making my list that when I turn, it takes me a second to realize Mia is right behind me. Which puts her right in front of me.
I should kiss her.
I want to kiss her.
I think we’re to the point where kissing makes sense. We’re not going to be just friends. This might not last, but I don’t think I can live without ever kissing this woman.
I think she’d like it if I kissed her.
“Mia, I—” I have no idea what I was going to say.
Because Mia mutters, “Oh, for God’s sake,” grabs the front of my shirt, pulls me down, and kisses me.
CHAPTER 10
MIA
This was all such a great idea.
