“Maybe I should call Mum and Dad, I wonder what they would think of their princess skipping counties without them knowing?”

She huffs, turning on her heels and leaving us alone once again. Kinsley places her hands gently either side of my face, drawing my attention back to her.

“Let’s pick this back up a little later; she leaves in the morning and I would really like to get to know her a little more before she goes.”

With a flutter of her dark eyelashes Kinsley has me in a trance, this fucking girl. What has she done to me? If she said jump, I would ask how high. This is more than a want; I need her, and it scares the shit out of me.

* * *

The girls are on their fourth cocktail when Brad comes over to clear the table. “Last call for drinks, girls. We close in thirty minutes.”

Kinsley and Emma glance at each other playfully before looking in my direction. Whatever they are thinking, it can’t be good. These girls could cause some serious trouble together if left alone. I can’t hide the fact that this is everything I have ever wanted though, the two women in my life hitting it off.

“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is no.” I look between them both in an attempt to get the message across.

“Just one fun little shot to end the night.” Kinsley purses her lips.

“Make it something yummy,” Emma says. “Like a dessert shot — oh you know those fancy ones, with cream on top where you have to take it without your hands!”

“Oh yeah, I’m down for that,” Becky calls over the music. “It’s just us here now anyway. Brad, line us all up with shots and I’ll start closing up.”

The next time Emma comes home I’m hiring these girls security. I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache forming. When we get over to the bar, Emma sits on the stool to the left of me and Kinsley stands to my right. Not knowing whether my hand around her waist is supporting her to stand, I leave it there.

“On the count of three, ready?” Becky announces, standing on the other side of the bar, along with Brad. “One, Two, Three!”

Everyone bends down to their shot glass and picks it up with their mouth, tipping their heads back. It’s harder than it looks and when I glance over at Em, she has cream on her nose.

“How did you manage that?” I laugh. “Come here.” I clean the whipped cream off of her face with a napkin. “I think it’s time I get the two of you home.” Wrapping my arm around Kinsley’s waist once again and taking Em by the hand, we head towards the car.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kinsley

“I can walk, Tanner.” I laugh against his chest as he carries me inside.