“I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yes, he did. I’m hurt.” He waggles his eyebrows at me in the mirror. “You wanna kiss and make it better?”
The offer sends heat straight through me, dragging my mind back to our kiss.
And everything that followed.
God, I wish I’d kissed him more. Let it go further.
I shut the thought down fast. What is wrong with me lately?
Well…he did interrupt my orgasm earlier.
Still. Fantasizing about three different men—two of whom are currently in this car—is a lot.
Even for me.
Talon’s eyes flick back to mine in the mirror again, sharper this time.
There’s a question in his gaze, and I’m pretty sure my blush answers it. He can’t have missed the tension between Luke and me.
Great.
By now he probably thinks I’m some kind of nymphomaniac, my urges completely out of control.
And the worst part is, I can’t exactly prove him wrong.
But I also can’t do anything about it. Not with Luke. Not again. Too messy. Too many lines already crossed.
So why is Luke still flirting with me?
Why is he pushing it?
I glare at him in the mirror. He just winks.
The car ride is beginning to feel longer than it should. Being trapped in a car with two men I’ve very much not been thinking about innocently is doing things to my head. Their presence fills the space—different, but equally distracting.
I can’t wait to get out.
Luke keeps talking as we reach town, pointing out buildings, telling me stories, mentioning the upcoming county fair.
As we pull up outside the car parts store, he’s mid-story—some local scandal about the previous deputy sheriff and the schoolteacher, though I haven’t been listening all that closely.He hops out first and strides up to the door, the bell jangling as he pushes it open.
“Hey, Brody. Long time no see.”
The older man behind the counter gives him a tired smile, but that doesn’t last. Within minutes, Luke has him laughing and chatting.
I can’t help smiling. The way he puts people at ease—it’s effortless.
I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it. He carries a lightness… a kind of easy warmth people naturally gravitate toward.
Especially those who’ve known the dark.
He has too.
I remember the scars on his arms. I still haven’t asked about them. I’m not ready to share mine either.
Luke keeps talking long after Talon finishes his shopping. Tal leans against the truck, looking bored, so I wander over.