the pies she baked.
As he stepped into the diner, his gaze immediately landed on
her, and his grin faded when he realized she was talking to Seth. Kate had
assured him Jill wasn’t still seeing the man, and Jill had confirmed that this
morning. As he walked across the diner, he fought the urge to punch the bastard
in the face when the other man reached out and took Jill’s hand in his.
Jealousy was a new emotion for him but he found where Jill was concerned, he
had it in spades.
“Hey, pixie. I’m ready for whatever scraps you’re willing to
feed to the hired help.” He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. She
stiffened at his touch. He knew it was a petty move, but he wanted Seth and
every other man in this place to understand the stake he was claiming. The
stupidity of the action wasn’t a strong enough factor to stop him. No doubt
she’d try to emasculate him for the macho power play.
“What are you doing?” She glanced over her shoulder at him
and flames were shooting from her eyes. His brain refused to kick as he
continued digging his own grave.
“Mooching for an appetizer.” He placed a soft kiss at the
nape of her neck, just below her ear.
“Wes.” While her tone dripped pure venom, her body responded
to his nuzzle. Her breathing accelerated and her tight nipples began to bud.
The woman was one giant contradiction. She wanted him, but she refused him. She
was pissed off, but her body was heating up to his affection.
“Delicious.” He tightened his arms around her waist, sucking
in his own pained breath when her bottom brushed against his cock. An accident?
She turned to look at him through seductively narrowed eyes, and he realized
she purposely made the contact. He loved the way she got even.
“Jill?” Seth asked. Wes lightened his grip. They were
putting on quite a show for the lunchtime crowd. “I didn’t realize you and
Robson were an item.”
“We’re n—”
“What can I say, Seth? The woman can’t keep her hands off
me.”
“You always were a dreamer, Wes.” Jill leaned away from him,
bending over the counter and closer to Seth. Wes fought to beat back the
green-eyed monster clawing for release. She ignored him, turning all her
attention toward the other man.
“So what have you been up to, Seth? Long time, no see.”
Wes scowled when Seth’s gaze dropped to the cleavage Jill
was flashing in his direction. Wes crossed his arms angrily when Seth glanced
up and gave him a cocky smile.
“I’ve been around. Busy at work. Sure have missed your
cooking, Jilly.” Seth rested his forearms on the counter, the action moving him
even closer to Wes’ girl.
Wes cleared his throat but Jill ignored him.
“I heard you were seeing someone.”
Her words only cooled Wes’ overheated nerves until Seth’s
response. “We split up. Didn’t work out.”
“Oh.” Jill stood up, her face one of concerned friendship.
“I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”
Seth leaned back, his shoulders slumped. “I don’t know.
Nothing was ever easy with her. She was wicked jealous. You know I can’t stand
that shit.”
“Me neither.” She flashed Wes a smirk over her shoulder.
Jill topped up Seth’s water glass. “I can still set you up if you’re interested.
I have a couple friends I think you’d like.”
Seth shook his head. “Naw. I hate blind dates. Prefer to
meet women in a more natural environment.”
“Natural environment? I’m afraid to ask.”
Seth nodded. “You know, like a bar or the race track or a
strip club.”
Jill laughed. “God, Seth. You never change. Of course, if
you’re going to find your Miss Right, it’s definitely going to have to be in
one of those places.”
It was becoming clear from their joking conversation that
Jill and Seth were nothing more than friends. Wes suddenly felt like a fool. He
reached up and lightly brushed her cheek with his fingers.
She turned and looked at him.
Wes gave her a rueful grin. “Sorry.”
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