He scoffed. “You didn’t mind the other two around you.”

I grinned like a cat who got the cream. He’d been jealous. He went back to glaring. I took a sip before saying, “They were just bein’ friendly and greetin’ me.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sure. And that’s why I heard you sayin’ you’d catch them later.”

When I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, I saw his eyes following. “You jealous, Kylo?”

He sucked in a sharp breath and then forced a laugh. “What the fuck! No.”

A cloth appeared, and he scrubbed the counter down, keeping his eyes on his job. From the slight flush, I knew I flustered him. Good. Then, he was lucky—someone called his name, and he turned and bolted. I stayed where I was, wanting to see if he’d drift back to me. I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked it. I had a message sitting there from my mom, Lucy.

Mom: Hello, my precious boy. I have another phone number for you. I’ll give it to you tomorrow and tell you about my friend’s daughter. But let me just say, she’s a sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll love her.

Apparently, Mom had a lot of friends’ daughters she wanted to set me up with recently. It was fortunate I’d managed to be busy every time she’d tried to get me to call someone. Mom had been all happy since Lucas and Wreck started dating, and she wanted me to settle down and find a good girl.

Me: Mom, I love you, but no.

Mom: Lol, talk to you tomorrow. Love you.

Dad: Boy, just go on one date with one of them for FS. Then your mom will stop harping in my ear.

I groaned.

Me: Dad, I’m not taking one for the team. You married her. You put up with it because I’m not interested at the moment.

Dad: Good luck with her tomorrow then. Then he sent me a GIF of a character laughing hard. The ass.

Shaking my head, I lifted my gaze. “You came back.” I grinned.

“What are you doin’?” he asked.

I put a hand to my heart and spoke in a southern accent, at least to me it sounded like one. “Whatever do you mean?”

His lips twitched, but he wouldn’t give into laughing. “Saint.”

“Yeah?” I asked and took another sip of my drink.

He blinked slowly. “Do you need anythin’ else?”

I licked the alcohol off my lips. His eyes fluttered down to watch the action, and my cock gave a jerk. Kylo wanted to kiss me.

Fuck yeah. I’d be on board with that.

“You want a taste?”

He jerked back. “What?” he whispered harshly.

I leaned in, holding the glass between two hands and asked, “Do you wanna taste my mouth?” His eyes widened even more. He went to look around, but I shook my head and ordered, “Just look at me. I’ll let you know if anyone comes close.”