The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley

Author:Kristen Ashley [Ashley, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Published: 2017-06-06T07:00:00+00:00

fifteen

Yes, It Was

EVANGELINE

The good news was that Branch’s reply to her text that evening of Done, handsome. Heading home, was Right. On it. This meaning, she hoped (and not only because she was hungry) that Branch was at her house cooking

The next piece of good news was that Branch’s truck was parked at her curb when she drove down the block.

However, when she walked into her kitchen, there was no Branch and no cooking smells.

Evangeline froze for a second, the dread that had eventually filtered into her system after four days of Branch being away illogically beginning to seep in, regardless of his text and his truck at the curb.

But this dread vanished when she saw Branch walk into the family room through the French doors that led outside to her backyard.

She let out a breath and smiled at him.

He didn’t smile back, but that didn’t bother her. He never smiled.

Something else she had to work on.

And she’d crack that too.

“Good timing,” he said instead of offering her a greeting. “Chops’ll be done in a couple of minutes.”

He was grilling.

Branch Dillinger, mystery man, hot guy and alpha-sub extraordinaire, grilled.

Damn, she had come home to a beautiful man grilling chops for her dinner.

She felt the tingle of that go from her scalp to her toes.

She tossed her bags on the counter and moved his way, meeting him just beyond the island.

He stopped when she made it to him but he didn’t reach out to her. He just stared down at her with that blank expression on his face that said he might be there, he might be grilling for her, but his guard was up.

She ignored it and moved in, fitting herself to his body, wrapping her arms around him and tipping her head back to hold his gaze.

“Chops?” she asked softly.

“Pork,” he stated unnecessarily, since it was doubtful after her earlier litany of what she didn’t like that they were lamb.

He hesitated a moment before settling his hands on her hips in a manner that was somewhat awkward, like he didn’t know what he was doing, how to be in a casual embrace.

“Yum,” she murmured.

He just stared down at her.

“If they’re going to be ready soon, I’ll run and be quick about changing,” she told him.

He nodded.

She lifted up on her toes, sliding a hand up his spine on a trajectory to his neck to pull him down to her for a kiss but he moved much more swiftly.

Lifting his hand, he tangled his fingers in the ponytail she’d pulled her curls into and held her still in a way the rest of her went still.

“Need to chat about something,” he muttered.

Oh no.

Evangeline didn’t think she could handle another one of Branch’s chats. Yes, sometimes when they were over, it was good they’d had them, fabulous, even awesome.

But they were draining and she needed a break.

At least a day.

“Branch—” she started carefully.

“Last night, babe, in your playroom you let me take over. It was good. Fuckin’ great. We both felt that.

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