He eyed her skeptically and then nodded. “That’s fine with me. I’m sorry.”
“No, it isn’t your fault. Come here,” she said, taking him by his shirt and pulling him to her, smashing her mouth to his. As she kissed him, she prayed to feel something, and maybe she could, but she was mad. Usually when she was mad, she didn’t feel anything but rage, which meant she had to get out of that car now. Parting, she smiled a stupid fake smile as he pulled back, fixing his shirt, which bothered her.
He was always so put together.
And he didn’t like that she cussed.
Rolling her eyes, she reached for her overnight bag and opened the door.
“Do you want me to carry that in, baby?” he asked, but she shook her head.
“I’m good, thanks though. Thanks for driving and the wonderful weekend,” she said sweetly and he smiled.
“Anytime. Call me later?”
“Sure,” she answered, but as she slammed the door, she glared at the grass. “If you think I fucking cuss a lot, wait till you meet my daddy.”
Grumbling as she made it to the door, she used her key to open it, and as she entered, she hollered out, “It’s me, Lacey, don’t shoot.”
When the door slammed behind her, she heard, “I’d never shoot someone as gorgeous as you.”
His rough, naughty voice sent chills down her spine as her eyes locked with his dark-as-night gaze. Her heart jumped up in her throat as Jordie grinned back at her, running his hand shyly through his hair. As he licked his lips, desire shot straight to her gut and she wanted to scream in frustration at the same damn time.
Really? He was here. Really!
“Hey, sugar thighs. Long time, yeah?”
As her eyes burned into his, all she could think was, yeah, she cussed a lot. But Liam couldn’t even fathom was she was capable of.
But this asshole was about to find out how damn skilled Kasey King was in the art of cussing.
Red-hot rage burned through her as their eyes stayed locked. Lacey wasn’t kidding, Jordie did look like shit, but Kacey still thought he was every bit as gorgeous as he was when he was all cleaned up. There was something about that beard that got her every time, but he really needed to groom it. She had no clue what he had been doing or what he had been through, but he looked like it had been hellish. Instantly, she was even more pissed. Why couldn’t he have allowed her to be there for him? She would have. She’d follow him to the end of the earth. Anywhere. But he didn’t want her. He didn’t love her. He didn’t need her. She was nothing to him.
And she was ready to tell him what she thought about all of that.
Months of anger were about to spew all over him, and she prayed for the safety of the innocent bystanders.
“How dare you!” she hollered and his brows shot up.
“What? I said hi,” he said, feigning innocence, but there was nothing about Jordie that was innocent. His name and innocence didn’t even belong in the same sentence. What did belong was: Jordie Thomas was a heartbreaking fucking asshole!
“You know damn well that’s not what I’m speaking of! I haven’t heard from you, seen you in almost nine months, and you have the gall to fucking stand there, looking at me like I’m one of the boys, and say hi to me like I’m nothing? Like I didn’t mean anything to you. Like you didn’t throw me away for whatever slut of the month. Like you didn’t break my fucking heart!”
“That’s not how I said it,” he said, laying the knife he’d been chopping with down. “I welcomed you and, whoa, can we at least greet each other before you start accusing me of shit?”
“Accusing!” she screamed, and he grimaced a bit. “No! There is no accusing. You did it, and you also don’t get to fucking welcome me to my house.”
“Our house.”
“What!”
He smiled before waving in a very annoying way. “Hey, roomie.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You fucking asshole!”