“Yeah, and look what happened with Kelsey and Sarah.”

“You got handcuffed to your headboard and Sawyer got kneed in the balls. Astrid wants me to be her fake boyfriend. Fake. She’s set the ground rules with that.”

Huck eyed me like he would a suspect, silently waiting for me to crack. I wasn’t going to tell him about the smokin’ hot kiss or that I wanted to do it again.

“Maybe she’s not the one I’m worried about,” he said.

“You’re worried about me? Why?”

“Why are you going to Mexico?” He’d left off his hat after his nap and he ran a hand over his close-cut hair. He and Sawyer looked like our parents. I looked like I was adopted.

I stared at him wide eyed. “Um… Mexico. In the winter. What is there to explain?”

Turning to avoid him, I watched the girls with the puppies. Maple had gone over and was nudging her babies to stay nearby. She was keeping her loved ones close.

I was running away. I wasn’t going to tell him that kissing Astrid scared the shit out of me. That the safest place to be where she was concerned was in another country.

“You’ve got the barn you just finished converting. A bar you love. I’d say you’re running away.”

I couldn’t really argue, so I deflected. “When there’s three feet of snow on the ground, think of me in the hot sun and sand between my toes.”

“When there’s three feet of snow on the ground, I’m going to think about nothing but being inside Sarah.”

I instantly thought of Astrid. Which meant I was fucked.

7

Friday

I pulled into the bakery’s small lot and parked my truck. After the little makeout session last Saturday—that was what I was calling it because I’d pulled my hand from Astrid’s perfect tit and let her walk out of my office while my dick was hard and dripping pre-cum down the leg of my jeans—we hadn’t talked other than her texting me that the wedding wasn’t black tie and to meet her here to drive to Cutthroat together.

Astrid was standing at the back of a van that had her bakery logo and Flour Power on the side. The doors were open and a fancy cake sat within. My eyes homed in on her ass. I licked my lips because that was what I wanted to take a bite out of. Today she wore a green sundress that only highlighted her wide hips and narrow waist.

It was impossible not to imagine moving in behind her, tossing the hem of her dress up and over her back and bending her forward into her van and taking her hard. I’d watch my dick sink into her pussy, savor the way her ass would sway every time I slapped my hips against it.