Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire by Grant Pippa

Author:Grant, Pippa [Grant, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Humour, Adult
ISBN: 9781940517834
Amazon: B085DFQ7L7
Goodreads: 52816566
Publisher: Bang Laugh Love Inc
Published: 2020-03-24T07:00:00+00:00

17

Tripp

Between the cops who insist on stopping by to make sure that everything’s okay after Lila and I tripped the silent alarm and I gave the wrong password over the emergency intercom, and then the firemen who showed up because my cookies burned so badly they caught fire in the oven, I don’t get to bed until almost three AM.

Lila snuck out—head held high, staring down one of the cops who gave me a wink and a thumbs-up—and I have so many regrets, I can’t begin to name them.

Mostly, I regret that I didn’t move us directly to the kitchen once the kissing started, because hot chocolate chip cookies are an excellent tool in foreplay, whereas burnt cookies and visits from the cops and firefighters are more or less lifetime cock-blockers.

I’m not looking forward to waking up this morning and facing the fact that I shouldn’t have kissed Lila again, that I shouldn’t have had my hands up her shirt, and that I shouldn’t have been enjoying the hell out of her riding my dick through our clothes. But at least she’ll be back in New York.

I won’t have to face her again until we’ve both inevitably done seventeen other things to piss each other off.

Unfortunately for me, that starts with a six AM phone call from the night shift guard at Duggan Field.

“She’s what?” I mumble, slapping my own face, because I can’t possibly be awake, and I didn’t hear him say what I think I just heard him say.

“Ms. Valentine’s here. I’m making sure she don’t disturb the ducks, just like you said I should anytime she comes by the field, Mr. Wilson, but she wouldn’t say why she needed to poke around at this hour of the morning either.”

And so I’m texting my mom, asking if she can keep my kids a little while longer while I deal with something that came up at work.

Traffic’s light at this hour on a Saturday morning—it’s so early, the sun isn’t up yet—and even with a stop at a drive-thru to get the largest coffee I can order, which won’t come close to being enough today, I get to the field in thirty minutes. I park under the single lit streetlamp in the players’ lot, right next to Lila’s rental car.

The guard meets me at the door. “She was heading into the Fireballs locker room last I saw, Mr. Wilson.”

I check the visitors’ locker room and dugout first.

Ducks are still fine—the area’s roped off while we’ve been giving tours to season ticket holders so they can get pictures of the ducks—and there’s no sign of Lila here.

And overall, she doesn’t strike me as the duck-murdering type. Although, if another duck came at her with its weirdly terrifying hard-on hanging out like that again, can’t say I wouldn’t do a few things to it myself.

“Don’t be assholes, okay?” I mutter to the ducks.

One quacks back at me.

“Don’t you need water?”

“There’s an accidental pond under the third base seats,” the security guard tells me.

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