Lucky Break
her.
    Kade pulled her toward him, eager to take her mouth. She was only a breath away when they paused. He breathed her air and she his, and damned if it wasn’t erotic. “Kade,” she whispered, and it made him want her more. He moved in to close the last of the space between them, when a loud bang on the window made her jerk backward.
    “Jesus,” he gritted out as Shakes gave him a huge smile through the window. He was going to kill the man.
    “Kade. If you’re not busy, we could use you in there, buddy!”
    No, he wasn’t busy—thanks to Shakes.
    Flustered, Sidney pulled at the door handle. The door didn’t open.
    “I have to release it from my side. It’s on child locks.”
    She turned, cocking her head at him. Her cheeks were a delicious pink. From desire, he could tell, but something else lurked behind it, too. Questions about what had just happened, he was sure.
    That made two of them. He wondered if she searched for the same answers as he did.
    “Why—” she started before dropping her head against the seat. “Never mind. We better get inside.”
    “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Unfortunately.

Chapter Four
    Why did guys find it necessary to work with their shirts off? Not that Sidney was actually complaining—she definitely enjoyed the view—but she knew she shouldn’t be enjoying it at all. She also knew that she and Kade shouldn’t have almost kissed. But what was a girl supposed to do when almost kissed by a very sexy man? Instinct pretty much demanded her lips head straight for his, too.
    Sidney found herself wondering what he would feel like. How he would taste. If he would kiss her just as sweetly as he had after graduation or if it would be more urgent and needy now. All things she should not be thinking. Especially not when their friendship happened to be so fragile. Sexual tension always made things sticky…fun, but sticky.
    “Sidney! You just mixed the colors!” Rowan grabbed onto her arm. “No wonder Kade didn’t want you to paint.”
    She looked up to see she had painted a white spot on the otherwise brown wall. Oops. She looked at Betsy and Rowan, who were both eying her. Sidney liked Betsy from the moment Rowan had introduced them earlier. She was a little shy, but more so around men. Still very nice, though.
    “Are you daydreaming about you know who?” Rowan’s eyebrows went up and down.
    Unable to keep her mouth shut, Sidney hissed, “He almost kissed me! He’s hated me until yesterday and then he almost kisses me?”
    “He almost kissed you?” Rowan threw back at her.
    “Who almost kissed you? Jace?” Betsy piped in next.
    “What? Why would Jace kiss me?”
    Betsy look embarrassed, but said, “Because Jace kisses anyone?”
    Sidney looked at Rowan and Rowan stared back at her before both girls started to laugh.
    “You haven’t been in town long and you already know Jace very well,” Rowan teased.
    Betsy flushed, but again shocked Sidney by making another sarcastic remark. “I work with him, remember? I send flowers to a lot of those women for him.” And then as though she lost her nerve, her eyes found the ground again.
    “Enough about Jace.” Rowan’s voice bounced with excitement. “Let’s get back to Sidney and Kade’s almost-kiss. I mean, I get why he’d want to kiss you, but…”
    No. She didn’t want to go there with Rowan. Granted, she was the one who’d brought it up, but now wasn’t the time. She’d drive herself crazy trying to figure out the inner-workings of Kade and their near-kiss experience.
    “Forget about me. I want to know why Betsy automatically thought we meant Jace!” She hoped her change of subject would work, but the other woman didn’t meet her eyes. Oh no. Betsy had it for Jace. That wasn’t good. Even as a teenager he’d gotten around, leaving broken hearts all over Shamrock Falls High School, and now that he’d gone and gotten a law degree she had a feeling he would be much worse. He was too polished…too

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