Kissing Kennedy (Charlie's Boys Series Book 7) by Kristin MacQueen

Author:Kristin MacQueen [MacQueen, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kristin MacQueen
Published: 2021-08-12T16:00:00+00:00

Kennedy

“THANKS FOR LETTING me hang out with you and Wyatt today. I had a blast with him... and you.”

“Aww, does that mean you like me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re alright.”

“Just alright? Wow. I don’t even know what to say. I thought I meant more than that to you. It’s ok though, I’ll survive. Just live one breath at a time and pray it hurts a little less with each inhale.”

The wounded look on his face breaks my heart... Until I catch the smirk he’s trying to hide.

“Oh, you asshole! I thought you were actually upset!” I swat at his chest. “You know I love hanging out with you.”

Pulling up outside of the bar, I let out a long sigh. The last thing in the world I want to do is spend the next eight hours behind the bar by myself. There’s nothing worse.

I really need to find another bartender to add to the team. Patrick and Shelia are great, but it still leaves me working almost every night. When one of them calls out or is on vacation, I end up having to pick up the slack.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Blake brushes his fingers down my cheek.

“I hate weekend shifts alone.”

“You won't be alone.”

“Yes, I will. Patrick’s sick and Shelia’s on vacation. I don’t have anyone else.”

“You have me,” he whispers.

“You can't work this much! You have your own job.”

“I don’t consider it work when I get to hang out and flirt with a pretty girl.”

“Yeah, the girls love you. Especially the cougars.”

“I meant you.” He chuckles.

“Me?” I squeak.

“Yes. Damn, you’re adorable.”

“I am?”

“You’re perfect.”

“I'm not. Have you seen the cellulite on my thighs?” I arch a brow, pointing to my thigh.

“Nah, you keep them all covered up.”

“You saw me in a bikini.” I frown at him.

Blake throws his head back, his laughter filling the cab of his truck.

“I did, but I promise, your thigh cellulite was the last thing my eyes focused on. I was too busy staring at your tits.”

“Blah, I hate that word.”

“What word? Tits?”

“Blah! Yes!”

“You want me to call them breasts? Boobies?”

“No! Ew! Can we call them... I don’t know!”

“You have a nice rack?”

“I’ll allow it.”

“Well, your nice rack stole the thunder from your thighs.”

“Did... Did you just say I have thunder thighs?”

“Nah, those aren’t thunder thighs... Maybe at best a low rumble.”

“Blake!” I swat at him again.

“Ow! I take it back! Jeez, woman!”

“Yeah, well, you have a flabby stomach!” I yell, jumping out of the truck and racing for the back door of the bar.

A door slams behind me, making me let out a little squeal. I know he’s going to be right behind me. I only make it half way through the bar and to my office when I'm lifted off my feet and thrown over a shoulder.

Monica arches a brow, giving me a knowing smirk.

“What are you doing?” I'm laughing so hard I can barely speak.

“I'm going to punish you for that. You can't tell a man he’s flabby when we both know it isn’t true.

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