Kiss me Now (Brewhouse Book 3) by Holly Dodd

Author:Holly Dodd [Dodd, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Holly Dodd LLC
Published: 2017-04-10T18:30:00+00:00

11

Angela

“I can’t believe you don’t like chocolate.” Jackson was playfully scandalized as we sat together at a two-seater table. We’d sat down to talk after our pact to become best friends. Except for the intimacy of the situation felt more like a date than two people getting to know one another.

I made a face at him. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Isn’t that a requirement built into a girl’s DNA?” He bracketed his fingers in the space between us. “Must love chocolate or else get your girl card revoked.”

“Girl card?”

“Yeah. Like us guys have our man cards. Don’t women have that sort of thing?”

I laughed at him. “You’re ridiculous, do you know that?”

He flashed me a charming smile, and I swear my heart stopped beating for a second. That smile was an award-winner. It spoke of shared secrets and enjoyment.

I don’t think I’d ever had a guy smile at me like that before.

“Maybe, but you know it’s true. How have you not been voted off the island or shunned?”

“Was that a Survivor reference?” I squinted at him.

He shrugged and took a sip of his soda. The ice settled with a crackle at the bottom of his glass. “That’s a guilty pleasure of mine.”

“I don’t hate all chocolate. I just don’t like plain chocolate. It’s too rich biting into, like, a hunk of a candy bar. But…” I held my forefinger up as he opened his mouth. “You cover almonds or peanuts, or ohmigod, pretzels and you will have to count your fingers afterward to make sure I didn’t take it off.”

Jackson’s laugh rumbled around me. “Touché, I can understand that. I don’t have a horse in this race, though. I will eat anything.”

I tried controlling my wayward eyes, but they, much like the rest of my body when it came to Jackson, roamed over him. Beginning at his massive shoulders, I took a visual tour of the hunky man sitting across from me.

Damn, I hated that he was exactly my type. I curbed a throb of wayward arousal and switched subjects.

“Will I be voted off the island if I say I’ve never watched Survivor before?”

He scowled at me. “Yes. Hell yes. Why haven’t you watched Survivor?”

“Reality is weird enough without buying the fake reality TV producers push. Also, it seems like a gateway drug. First, you watch Survivor, then you start with The Bachelor, and before you know it you’re sitting on the couch clutching a pillow and crying along with the Kardashians.”

Jackson couldn’t contain his laughter. He rocked back in his chair and had to literally wipe tears from his eyes. “Holy shit, Angela, do you even hear yourself right now? Damn, I didn’t expect you to be this sassy.”

I slipped him a smirk and sipped my ice water. I had been dying of thirst, but Jackson had convinced me that if both of us watched the waiter, nothing untoward would get into my drink. Each time the rim of the glass touched my mouth my heart jackhammered into my ribs, but I was working through it.

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