back and forth. “No. Hell no, you are not taking a picture of me right now. If I see that online I will—”
She took it. “Got it.”
Glaring at her, he said, “Don’t save that.”
Then what would have been the point? Grinning, she saved it to her phone. “Just one more.”
He dropped the cat onto the ground, just letting it fall out of his hands. “At the very least, let’s leave the stuffed animal out of it. I can’t explain that easily.”
“Oh, come on.” Eve held her camera up, moving back and forth, searching for the best angle. “You’re about to win a strongman contest. No one is going to doubt your masculinity.”
“I don’t feel the need to chance it.” He put his foot on the cat’s back, like he was squashing it. “Just in case.”
With the one arm up with a beer, the opposite foot on a ball of fluff, and a grimace on his face, it was a confusing, albeit hilarious picture. “That’s it,” she told him. “Make love to the camera. Work it, girl.”
The expression on his face was priceless. Eve started laughing so hard her hand shook, making the image of him on the camera screen blurry.
“Eve. The minute I get to put this beer down, I’m going to tan your hide.”
Now why did that both amuse her and send a jolt of heat to her inner thighs? Eve steadied her hand and got another shot off. She didn’t doubt for one minute that he was going to come after the camera. It’s what she would do.
“We have a winner!”
The woman with the glasses who had been monitoring the contest stepped in between Eve and Nolan and congratulated him. The other remaining contestant was bent over, massaging his arm muscles. Nolan looked impatient, but his arm was steady. The woman took his free hand and raised it up in the air in a fist pump. Eve clapped and cheered, admittedly proud of him. She was competitive by nature, so she understood his drive to win even something as simple as a contest at the fair. It was why she’d blown two twenties at the shooting gallery.
“Woo hoo! Go Nolan! Strongman, yeah!”
He turned his attention away from the woman and met her eye. He lowered the beer mug and excused himself from the judge.
“Oh, shit.” He was coming for her phone to delete the pictures. Eve tried to shove it into her purse, but the latch was caught and she couldn’t cram it inside fast enough. She started backing up, dropping her sweatshirt in the process. Leaning over, she snagged it and tried to haul ass, but Nolan was already in front of her, a devious gleam in his eye.
“Delete those pictures.”
“No.”
“Give me the phone.”
“No.”
He grabbed for it. She feinted to the left, dodging his reach.
“You’re not putting those pictures online, Eve Monroe, or I will bust your behind.”
He was grinning, so she couldn’t take him particularly seriously, but she wasn’t about to just hand the phone over to him either.
Nolan tried again and this time he got her arm. Eve shrieked, laughing, and tried to yank herself out of his grip. But of course, he was the strongman and she couldn’t escape. So she punched him in the gut. Not hard. Not to hurt. Just to startle him. It worked. He let her go.
“I can’t believe you just punched me! That’s dirty pool, girl.”
“Dirty pool would be pantsing you.” She tried to stuff the phone into her front pocket, but Nolan got a hand on it, too.
She was shoving, he was pulling, they were laughing.
Then suddenly, as his hand slid down into her jeans pocket along with the phone, they both seemed to realize how he was touching her. His palm was alongside her thigh, perilously close to an area of her body that Eve seemed extra aware of when Nolan was around.
His eyes darkened. Her laugh died out.
There was a hand on her other thigh suddenly, his thumb caressing the front of her leg through the denim of her jeans. His head tilted. His mouth moved toward her.
Eve felt the most intense anticipation she’d ever experienced. It was like
She took it. “Got it.”
Glaring at her, he said, “Don’t save that.”
Then what would have been the point? Grinning, she saved it to her phone. “Just one more.”
He dropped the cat onto the ground, just letting it fall out of his hands. “At the very least, let’s leave the stuffed animal out of it. I can’t explain that easily.”
“Oh, come on.” Eve held her camera up, moving back and forth, searching for the best angle. “You’re about to win a strongman contest. No one is going to doubt your masculinity.”
“I don’t feel the need to chance it.” He put his foot on the cat’s back, like he was squashing it. “Just in case.”
With the one arm up with a beer, the opposite foot on a ball of fluff, and a grimace on his face, it was a confusing, albeit hilarious picture. “That’s it,” she told him. “Make love to the camera. Work it, girl.”
The expression on his face was priceless. Eve started laughing so hard her hand shook, making the image of him on the camera screen blurry.
“Eve. The minute I get to put this beer down, I’m going to tan your hide.”
Now why did that both amuse her and send a jolt of heat to her inner thighs? Eve steadied her hand and got another shot off. She didn’t doubt for one minute that he was going to come after the camera. It’s what she would do.
“We have a winner!”
The woman with the glasses who had been monitoring the contest stepped in between Eve and Nolan and congratulated him. The other remaining contestant was bent over, massaging his arm muscles. Nolan looked impatient, but his arm was steady. The woman took his free hand and raised it up in the air in a fist pump. Eve clapped and cheered, admittedly proud of him. She was competitive by nature, so she understood his drive to win even something as simple as a contest at the fair. It was why she’d blown two twenties at the shooting gallery.
“Woo hoo! Go Nolan! Strongman, yeah!”
He turned his attention away from the woman and met her eye. He lowered the beer mug and excused himself from the judge.
“Oh, shit.” He was coming for her phone to delete the pictures. Eve tried to shove it into her purse, but the latch was caught and she couldn’t cram it inside fast enough. She started backing up, dropping her sweatshirt in the process. Leaning over, she snagged it and tried to haul ass, but Nolan was already in front of her, a devious gleam in his eye.
“Delete those pictures.”
“No.”
“Give me the phone.”
“No.”
He grabbed for it. She feinted to the left, dodging his reach.
“You’re not putting those pictures online, Eve Monroe, or I will bust your behind.”
He was grinning, so she couldn’t take him particularly seriously, but she wasn’t about to just hand the phone over to him either.
Nolan tried again and this time he got her arm. Eve shrieked, laughing, and tried to yank herself out of his grip. But of course, he was the strongman and she couldn’t escape. So she punched him in the gut. Not hard. Not to hurt. Just to startle him. It worked. He let her go.
“I can’t believe you just punched me! That’s dirty pool, girl.”
“Dirty pool would be pantsing you.” She tried to stuff the phone into her front pocket, but Nolan got a hand on it, too.
She was shoving, he was pulling, they were laughing.
Then suddenly, as his hand slid down into her jeans pocket along with the phone, they both seemed to realize how he was touching her. His palm was alongside her thigh, perilously close to an area of her body that Eve seemed extra aware of when Nolan was around.
His eyes darkened. Her laugh died out.
There was a hand on her other thigh suddenly, his thumb caressing the front of her leg through the denim of her jeans. His head tilted. His mouth moved toward her.
Eve felt the most intense anticipation she’d ever experienced. It was like
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