Page 33 of Kiss Marry Kill
With those final words she turned off her phone, not wanting to hear one more word from him. Her hands shook with how angry he’d made her: I’ll forget what you did. Who did he think he was?
Breaking up with Richard and then hanging up on him was so out of character, she didn’t even know how to feel about it.
“You okay?” She looked over her shoulder to see Jax walking out of the café. “There was a lot of foot-stomping and hand movements. And did you say ‘fuck’? Didn’t take you for someone with a dirty mouth.”
She furrowed her eyebrows and he pointed to the window behind her as an explanation.
Great. The entire café had gotten a show.
“I don’t normally curse. Unless . . . you know, the situation warrants it. And this one warranted it.”
“And you’re okay?” he asked, holding her foam finger in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket.
“Yeah, fine.” She let out a big sigh. She was done with Richard and she wasn’t going to let him ruin today. “Shoot, let me give you money for lunch.” She started to reach for her purse, but he took her hand.
“No. It’s all good. You sure you’re okay?”
“No. Not really.” She admitted. “But I will be. It’s something I should’ve done a long time ago.” She exhaled loudly and then rubbed her hands together. “Okay, first up . . . haircut.”
He laughed. “All right, let’s do this. But first, give me your phone. No phones today, that’s at the top of my list for you.” She hesitated for a moment, but he pressed on. “If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that the problems will be there tomorrow; they always are. There’s nothing you can do now to fix things, so don’t let anyone darken your day. Can you do that for me, Megan? Can you try to relax?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good.” He laced his fingers with hers, which surprised her, but then . . . it felt good.
New.
Different.
Richard wasn’t a hand-holder, and she couldn’t believe she’d been missing this all these years. “Come on, I’m over there.” He pointed to his motorcycle.
Laughing out loud, mostly to herself, she muttered, “A motorcycle, of course.”
“Never ridden a bike?”
“Nope.”
“My plan’s off to a great start. This is going to be fun.”
She had no doubt.
He held out his palm. “Baseball cap.”
She handed it to him and fluffed her hair while he put the cap away on a saddle attached to his bike, then put a black helmet on her head. “Where’s yours?”
“I only brought one, but no worries. You wear it.”
His fingers grazed her chin and neck as he secured the helmet on her head, lingering on her skin longer than necessary. They were so close, his green eyes looked so intense as he worked the strap, and his tongue slid out to wet his lips. Then he looked up to meet her eyes and when their eyes locked, he winked.
Winked!
And the damn dimple came out.
She definitely swooned, and he must’ve noticed the way her pulse spiked, judging from the smirk he sent her way.
“You hop on first. Then once I sit, you hold on tightly and you put your feet on those metal bars. Got it?”
She nodded, unable to speak, her thoughts still on his dimples and the way his tongue came out to wet his lips.
