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what you say, though, you’re not going to shift and kill me over air conditioning.”
“It’s hotter than an all-male burlesque show during Fleet Week,” Luke shot back. “Turn on the air conditioning!”
Instead of kowtowing to Luke’s demands Kade directed his attention to me. “Are you really going to kick me out of your bed if I don’t turn on the air conditioning?”
I hate being put on the spot, but if he was going to press the issue I really had no choice but to answer honestly. “No.”
Kade shot Luke a triumphant look as my best friend uttered a low growl that suspiciously sounded like a string of curse words.
“I will, however, demand you pull over so I can get out and use my feminine wiles to get some perverted truck driver to stop,” I added. “I don’t want to kick you out of my bed, but I really will die if you don’t turn on the air conditioning.”
Kade blew out a sigh. “Fine,” he said, rolling up his window before turning the knob on the dash and allowing a gush of cool air to blow from the vents I’d conveniently directed at my face. “I want you to know I’m doing this under duress, though.”
“Duly noted,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning forward so I could enjoy the comforting cool air. “Oh, I’ve never been happier.”
Kade made a disgusted face before turning his attention back to the road. “Where do you want to go once we hit town?”
I pointed toward a huge billboard as we passed. It advertised a farmers market on the outskirts of town. “That will be full of local farmers,” I replied. “We’ll be able to get good food and hopefully some gossip.”
“And what do you think that’s going to get us?” Kade asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better.”
“I would argue with you, but I have a feeling you’re right,” Kade said, hitting his turn signal and following the sign that pointed toward the farmers market. “Let’s see what we can find, shall we?”
“WHAT is with the heat in this place?” Luke asked twenty minutes later, blotting his brow with a napkin he acquired from the lemonade stand in the middle of the farmers market. “It’s hotter than nickel night at a whorehouse.”
Kade made a face when two elderly women sitting at a picnic table shot dark looks in our direction. “Will you keep your voice down?”
“What?” Luke was annoyed, which meant he couldn’t control his volume. “I didn’t make that one up. I only repeated it. You can’t hold that against me.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, but when Kade shifted his expressive eyes in my direction it became increasingly hard to swallow my giggle.
“He’s not funny,” Kade chided. “You encourage him when you laugh. Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t laugh.” I had every intention of following through with that promise even though Luke proceeded to make a series of faces engineered to break my resolve.
Kade rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and laugh,” he said. “You look as if you’re about to pass out from the effort you’re exerting to hold it in.”
I did just that, earning a haughty look from the women at the table. They clearly didn’t like me, although they seemed enamored with Kade when he winked in their direction. The scowls they directed toward me shifted to smiles in the blink of an eye.
“What is it with you and women?” I asked before I had a chance to think better of the question. Being jealous of two women old enough to be Kade’s grandmother probably makes me seem petty. Oh, well. That’s never stopped me before. “Women just fall all over you whenever you smile. It’s a bit distracting.”
“He has the gift,” Luke supplied. “He can’t help it. It’s like magic.”
Kade chuckled at the suggestion. “I think I’ll leave the magic to Poet. I’m happy being completely normal.”
The statement caught me off guard. When I heard Max hired someone
“It’s hotter than an all-male burlesque show during Fleet Week,” Luke shot back. “Turn on the air conditioning!”
Instead of kowtowing to Luke’s demands Kade directed his attention to me. “Are you really going to kick me out of your bed if I don’t turn on the air conditioning?”
I hate being put on the spot, but if he was going to press the issue I really had no choice but to answer honestly. “No.”
Kade shot Luke a triumphant look as my best friend uttered a low growl that suspiciously sounded like a string of curse words.
“I will, however, demand you pull over so I can get out and use my feminine wiles to get some perverted truck driver to stop,” I added. “I don’t want to kick you out of my bed, but I really will die if you don’t turn on the air conditioning.”
Kade blew out a sigh. “Fine,” he said, rolling up his window before turning the knob on the dash and allowing a gush of cool air to blow from the vents I’d conveniently directed at my face. “I want you to know I’m doing this under duress, though.”
“Duly noted,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning forward so I could enjoy the comforting cool air. “Oh, I’ve never been happier.”
Kade made a disgusted face before turning his attention back to the road. “Where do you want to go once we hit town?”
I pointed toward a huge billboard as we passed. It advertised a farmers market on the outskirts of town. “That will be full of local farmers,” I replied. “We’ll be able to get good food and hopefully some gossip.”
“And what do you think that’s going to get us?” Kade asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better.”
“I would argue with you, but I have a feeling you’re right,” Kade said, hitting his turn signal and following the sign that pointed toward the farmers market. “Let’s see what we can find, shall we?”
“WHAT is with the heat in this place?” Luke asked twenty minutes later, blotting his brow with a napkin he acquired from the lemonade stand in the middle of the farmers market. “It’s hotter than nickel night at a whorehouse.”
Kade made a face when two elderly women sitting at a picnic table shot dark looks in our direction. “Will you keep your voice down?”
“What?” Luke was annoyed, which meant he couldn’t control his volume. “I didn’t make that one up. I only repeated it. You can’t hold that against me.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, but when Kade shifted his expressive eyes in my direction it became increasingly hard to swallow my giggle.
“He’s not funny,” Kade chided. “You encourage him when you laugh. Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t laugh.” I had every intention of following through with that promise even though Luke proceeded to make a series of faces engineered to break my resolve.
Kade rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and laugh,” he said. “You look as if you’re about to pass out from the effort you’re exerting to hold it in.”
I did just that, earning a haughty look from the women at the table. They clearly didn’t like me, although they seemed enamored with Kade when he winked in their direction. The scowls they directed toward me shifted to smiles in the blink of an eye.
“What is it with you and women?” I asked before I had a chance to think better of the question. Being jealous of two women old enough to be Kade’s grandmother probably makes me seem petty. Oh, well. That’s never stopped me before. “Women just fall all over you whenever you smile. It’s a bit distracting.”
“He has the gift,” Luke supplied. “He can’t help it. It’s like magic.”
Kade chuckled at the suggestion. “I think I’ll leave the magic to Poet. I’m happy being completely normal.”
The statement caught me off guard. When I heard Max hired someone
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