Page 79 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
Was she kicking me out of her house? To be with Pax? No fucking way. “Felicity—”
“Shut up,” she snapped and kept pushing until the backs of my knees hit a chair and I had to sit.
My eyes were glued to her angry scowl when her hands clapped to the sides of my face. She bent low to look me right in the eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
Then she crushed her mouth to mine for a hard, fast kiss. She let me go, spinning away before I could react. Paxon was behind her, staring at us, smiling like a fool. I just stayed in my chair, staring at them both like—what had she called me?—an idiot.
“Thanks for dinner, Felicity,” Paxon said.
“You’re welcome. Let me know if you decide on house hunting. There’s a couple of nice places on the market right now.”
“Will do.” He walked toward the door, stopping when he reached my side to clap a hand on my shoulder. “About time you pulled your head outta your ass. I should have left you that note a week ago.”
Fuck. I’d played right into the bastard’s hands.
My shoulders slumped. So I may have overreacted. I couldn’t help it. The thought of Felicity with any other man made me lose my mind. When the door closed behind Paxon, I looked up from my lap to see Felicity with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Sorry.”
She dropped her arms to her sides and frowned. “You’re an idiot.”
I nodded. “Pretty much.”
“Now what?”
Now you tell me that I’m the man you want.
Now you kiss me again.
Now I pick you up and carry you to the couch, where those clothes will come off and I’ll spend the next two days buried inside you.
But I didn’t tell her any of that. Instead, I told her what I had always told her when she’d asked me that question.
“Whatever you want.”
Felicity
Whatever I want?
I faced away from him and planted my hands on the counter. It was look away or storm across the room and strangle him.
Whatever I want?
You! I want you, you big dumbass!
In front of me was the plate of oatmeal cookies I’d made for desser
t. I reached for one and held its chewy goodness in my hand.
“I’ve been waiting and waiting,” I said. “Hoping you would finally decide to make a move.”
I spun back around and flung the cookie at him, flicking it like a Frisbee. The cookie fell short so I reached behind me and grabbed another, this time giving it an extra zing. Still not quite enough.
“What are you doing?” He stood from the chair, staring at me like I had gone cuckoo.
“All this time and this is how you do it?” I yelled. “You come in here, your temper way out of control, and almost pick a fight with your friend?”
I went back for another cookie. This time, I hit my mark. He tried to block it but the cookie smacked him right in the face before crumbling to the floor.
