Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(51)

“You’re such a bad influence on me, McKay.”


He whispered, “Admit the good girl in you always wanted a bad boy.”


“And lucky me, now I’ve got one.”


“At least for the rest of tonight, right?”


That off-the-cuff comment left her a little unsettled. Like this was the last night they’d be together.


Isn’t that what you wanted? A date to the reunion and hot sex?


Maybe at first. But everything had changed in the last week. Or at least since the night Tell had shown up on her doorstep after his nephew’s birth, so sweet and vulnerable. Then so unbelievably hot and forceful during their sexy romp in the backyard. Although she’d known Tell was okay to drive home, she still called him to make sure he’d arrived safely, and they’d ended up talking for another hour.


Then they’d yakked on the phone for several hours the following night, during Tell’s last-minute trek to Casper to stay with Landon overnight. As much as she admired his dedication to his family, she couldn’t help but suspect his family took advantage of his good nature and willingness to always lend a hand.


Wednesday night they’d met at the Golden Boot for a night of dancing and managed to stay through the band’s first set. But they were so desperate for a physical connection, they hadn’t even made it onto the bed in her room; Tell had taken her on the floor. Dragging out the passionate encounter until they were both soaked in sweat, shaking and sated.


She would’ve been happy curled up on the couch with Tell watching a movie Thursday night, but he had other see and be seen plans. Fun plans. A scavenger hunt picnic, where they picked up a food item from each restaurant in town and ate it at the park. Followed by an obstacle course race on the playground—which he’d won. Then dropping by the bingo hall for a game of bingo—which she’d won. And ending the evening with them jockeying for position for who got to be on top in her bed. They’d both won that one.


Georgia found him incredibly easy to be with. The thought of this ending, just as it’d gotten started, gave her a tiny feeling of loss. But she wouldn’t push him for more, especially since he hadn’t brought up extending their agreement.


She’d enjoy it—and him—while she could.


After a bit she excused herself and headed to the restroom. Unlike high school, there wasn’t a line of girls gossiping at the mirror. She checked her makeup, smoothed her dress and walked down the hallway.


Straight into Deck.


She attempted to sidestep him, but he blocked her. As she looked up at him, she experienced a punch of bitterness that she’d wasted part of her life on this man. Being this close to him again, Georgia was hard-pressed to remember any happy memories. “What do you want?”


Deck loomed over her. “Bet you think you’re clever, showing up here in front of the whole class, like you’ve got a real thing going on with McKay. But I know better. It’s all bullshit.”


“I stopped giving a shit a long time ago about what you think, Deck, not to mention not caring what anyone else thinks. I am with Tell.”


“He’s a f*ckin’ loser. Always has been, always will be.”


“That’s what sticks in your craw, isn’t it? Were you afraid I might act on that attraction to him back in high school and I’d figure out you weren’t half the man you pretended to be?”


A mean smile distorted his mouth. “You were only trying to make me jealous back then and you remember exactly how I handled shit like that.”


With his fists.


“You’re still trying to make me jealous. Guess what, Georgie? It ain’t workin’. Tara-Lee is my life now. You’re nothin’ but a memory.”


“So why did you follow me out here?” she demanded. “What does it matter that I know how much you adore your wife? I’m nothing to you.”


“I know you’re jealous that life could’ve been yours.”


“Would’ve been a little crowded, with Tara-Lee in our bed and all.”


“Your daddy would be so ashamed of your crude mouth, Georgia.”


“He stopped being my daddy when he became yours.” Why had she blurted that out?


Deck gave her that mean smile again. “See? You are jealous.”


“No, I’m heartsick that my father accepted you as a substitute for RJ.”


He stepped back as if she’d slapped him.


Good.


“Georgia, darlin’? Is everything okay?”


Deck looked over her shoulder at Tell approaching her from behind. “Don’t get your jock in a twist, McKay. She’s fine.”


“I’ll make that determination since she ain’t your concern anymore,” Tell said evenly. “You probably better get back inside anyway, bein’s your baby mama is lookin’ for you.”


Giving them both another scowl, Deck retreated.


Georgia didn’t have time to say anything before Tell took her hand, leading her deeper into the bowels of the school. “The reunion is the other direction.”