Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(50)

Like it or not, she had to deal with Deck, and it might as well be on her terms, not his. She drained her drink and set the empty on the closest table. “Let’s get the bullshit out of the way.”


“Now?”


“Right now.”


Tell grinned. “There’s my girl. Not a wallflower, just balls to the wall.” He drained his beer. Then he put his lips on hers. “Let’s go stir things up.”


Once they reached the group, people began to recognize her and hugs were exchanged. She was on the receiving end of some dirty looks too. Tell laughed and joked with several guys, but he was never more than an arm’s length away from her.


No one came right out and asked them about their relationship. Because it was obvious they were a romantic couple? Or because it was old news? She estimated more than a third of their graduating class still lived in the Sundance area and gossip was a way of life around here. And she and Tell had been all over the place in the last two weeks.


Deck was at the center of it all. Smitty said something in his ear, and Deck turned and looked at her.


Georgia could admit Deck looked good. He hadn’t packed on a beer belly or spare tire like many of their male classmates. He hadn’t gone bald; he still had a head of wavy blond hair. His face showed more creases than the last time she’d seen him seven years ago. But he was still a handsome man.


He seemed to be sizing her up. He kept his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his lips. She was grateful when Tell placed his hand on the small of her back, possessively sliding his fingers around the curve of her hip.


“Hello, Deck.” Thankfully her voice stayed friendly and not cold.


“Georgia. It’s been a while.”


“Yes, it has.”


“I was surprised to hear you’re living in Sundance now.”


“For about the last month.”


“Funny. You couldn’t wait to get the hell out of Wyoming and yet…here you are. Back again.”


She shrugged.


“Robert said he talked to you last week.”


“It’d been a while since we’d spoken.”


“I know.” Deck rolled his shoulders back. “He said you ain’t gonna come see him.”


“I never said that.”


“That’s not what he said.”


“Well, I’m pretty sure he knows the road runs both ways.”


All the talking around them had stopped as everyone listened in to their conversation.


Deck’s eyes scanned Tell head to toe. He didn’t offer his hand. “McKay.”


“Veldekamp.”


Deck pointed with his head to the woman next to him. “This is my wife Tara-Lee.”


Tell said, “I remember Tara-Lee. You graduated a year behind us.”


“I didn’t look like this the last time you saw me.” She laughed and lovingly rubbed her hand over her contoured belly.


Georgia didn’t acknowledge the woman at all. Too much risk of saying the last time I saw you, you were bouncing on my husband’s dick.


Sam, one of Deck’s longtime buddies, started talking about some of the crazy stuff they’d gotten away with senior year. Georgia listened politely, not remembering those memories with such fondness.


When Deck’s friends started chiming in, talking about RJ, Tell discreetly pushed her to the edge of the group to make their escape. And he didn’t stop moving until they were hidden by the bleachers.


He framed her face in his hands. “You all right?”


“Yes. I really am.”


“Good. Let’s f*ck up Sally’s seating chart. I see my buddies are here. Or is there a group you’d rather sit with?”


“Just you. But we need to save a seat for Stephanie.”


They shared a table with Thurman, Leah and Warner, Roxanne and Ned, and Stephanie, who’d brought Len Allen, the president of the chess club. Now the guy looked like he could be president of the steroid club.


Leah and Roxanne were surprisingly friendly, and had both her and Stephanie laughing at the stories about the hair and nail salon they co-owned.



When she turned to say thanks to Tell for bringing her another drink, he was a kiss away.


The kiss, while short, was shockingly possessive. As was the hand sliding up her thigh. The man just smirked at her, silently daring her to move his hand, because guaranteed, he’d slide it up higher.


Every time Tell looked at her with heat in his eyes, she felt the answering fire ignite her blood. And Tell didn’t care if everyone else noticed. The connection between them was getting stronger, despite Georgia reminding herself it was just sex.


“They’re setting up the buffet,” Tell said.


“Think it’s better than cafeteria food?”


“Probably not. Think Sally will act like the grumpy old lunch lady, Miz Farnsworth, and dismiss us table by table to get in the chow line?”


“Probably. She was a control freak.”


“So let’s freak her out and cut to the front of the line.”