Wishes and Kisses by Willow Winters

Author:Willow Winters [Winters, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

Cary Ann

He’s here again, and he still hasn’t bought a damn thing. Not that a man like him looks like he needs anything in this toy store. I think he’s just coming to check me out. Or at least I thought he was. But he hasn’t said a damn word to me. Maybe I’m just vain or getting carried away with the thoughts I used to have of him.

Vinny’s a bad boy… or bad man, I should say.

I knew him growing up, and lusted after his I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. He wore his leather jacket and rode that motorcycle everywhere. I wanted to be on the back of that bike. I wanted him to take me away. I shake off the thoughts and swallow down my childhood fantasies.

I was just a silly little girl. My parents would never have allowed it, and he was a few years older anyway. He wasn’t interested in a girl like me. Besides, I’m better for it now. I have my degree in social work, and I’ve already nailed down the job of my dreams. I’m going to be making the world a better place.

I’m not saying Vinny would’ve held me back, but I’m damn proud that I was able to focus on school and my career.

And to be wise enough to know what’s been going on around here.

Now Vinny’s back, and he’s tempting me. But judging by the puppy dog look on his face, I’m tempting him just as much.

My heart beats just a little faster, and my blood heats with lust. Pop! I blow out a bubble and hide my smile when I see him shake his head and smirk at me. My cheeks heat with a blush as I lower my head out of shyness and ring up the remote control car for the mom that's checking out.

“But I want it!” her little boy screams from the seat in his cart, and his loud shriek brings me back to the present.

He’s a cute little guy in a snowman sweatshirt, jeans and little boots that look like they could take on a blizzard. But his high-pitched yells and him kicking the cart are driving me crazy. And giving me a headache.

“You want to just hand it to him, or do you want it in a bag?” I ask the mom. I feel bad that she’s got two kids out here this late at night. That’s gotta be a handful and even worse since they’re obviously tired. She looks worn the fuck out. Her hair’s pulled back into a ponytail and the little infant in her arms is trying to yank on her earring, which is a miniature Christmas ornament. I wince. That looks like it hurts.

The woman leans her head down so her baby isn't tugging on the earring, seething through her clenched teeth; the pain is evident on her face as she pries the little fingers off of the dangling jewelry. The little girl squeals with delight in her mama’s arms and the woman gives the baby a small smile, but switches her to the other hip.

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