“Jesus, I’m the luckiest man alive.”
I grip a handful of his shirt and drag him to me. “You’re damn right you are.”
Chapter 21
Jessica
“What’s wrong with this?” Charlie’s holding up a salad kit as we stand in the produce section at the local Revival grocery store.
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s a breeding ground for bacteria, that’s what.”
“It’s convenient and prewashed.” He throws it into the cart. “We’re going for fast here.”
I take it out of the cart and put it back on the shelf. “Well, I’m not going for E. coli.”
“You’re not going to get E. coli.” His voice is filled with amusement.
I pick a head of romaine, putting it in a produce bag and tossing it into the cart. “The more a food is processed or handled, the more likely it is to contain bacteria. Food recalls on produce are almost always on prepared, packaged fresh foods.”
“How do you know that?”
“If you’d bothered to read my résumé, you would have seen that after college, I worked for a big law firm in Chicago for a year. One of my cases was a product liability suit where a dozen people got food poisoning. Let’s just say I’ve seen the pictures, and I promise you don’t want that.”
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You are so sexy.”
I laugh. “You’re so weird.”
He slides his mouth over my neck. I tilt to give him better access, leaning to rest against him. His erection presses into my back.
“How are you hard again?”
“You make me crazy.” His arm tightens on my waist.
“Good. I want you crazy.”
“Mission accomplished.” He kisses my throat, dragging his tongue over my skin. “You win the salad round, so can we hurry up? We have other things to do.”
We. Somehow, despite the odds, and in direct contrast to what we’d said we wanted, we’ve become a we.
And I don’t hate it. Actually, I kinda love it.
I glance over to find a woman with voluminous brown hair wearing a leopard-print dress covertly watching us. “We have company.”
“That’s Gina Bellini. She owns the salon.” He pulls me closer as I study the cucumbers.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her look at Charlie’s arms around me with a frown. I pull away to bag my cucumbers before making my way to the next item for my salad.
“Hey, Sheriff,” she calls out.
He waves. “Hey, Gina.”
Her gaze slides to mine. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Jessica Moore. She’s Ryder’s sister and our new city attorney.” He laces his fingers through mine.
“Nice to meet you,” I say.
She looks at our clasped hands. “You too.”