She grinned, and her eyes lit with amusement. “I seem to remember one very steamy kiss at that tree.”
I snorted. “I said make out less, not at all. You really think I’m going to let you go today without getting my tongue down your throat at least once?”
“My, my, Knox Parker. You certainly do have a way with words.”
“I’m a teenage boy, remember. Sex might not be the most important thing I want from you, but oh, it’s always on the dream list.”
“Really?” She looked hopeful, which probably wasn’t good for my libido because my dick went instantly hard and turned just as hopeful as she looked.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask that. And here we are. The trouble tree.”
“The trouble tree?”
As I leaned my back against it and slid down to the root base with her in my lap, I nodded. “Yep. It seems to be the tree where we come to shed all our troubles.”
Her smile was soft. “I like that.”
I nuzzled my nose to hers. “I figured you might. Now, talk, little girl. Or I’ll tickle it out of you.”
She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. “I won’t be able to make it out here tomorrow. It’s the big cotillion day.”
I stroked her hair and wound a coiled lock around my finger. “Yeah, I’ve seen flyers for that. I thought it was in the evening, though, when I’ll be working.”
“It is, but Mom is having a photographer come over to take my picture in our gazebo at noon. I have to get into my dress and put on my makeup and everything for it.” She made a face, but I smiled.
“I bet you’ll look beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes. “I always feel like a poodle at a dog show whenever the cotillion rolls around. It’s the only time my mother really pays attention to me.”
“And this is what has you worried?” I asked, not buying it.
She sighed. “No. But I was hoping it would divert your attention enough to forget about it.”
“I won’t ever stop worrying about what’s bugging you until I know you’re better.”
“But it’s really—”
“Stupid. I know. Now lay it on me.”
“Fine. My father’s lawyer came to lunch today.”
“Okay,” I pressed.
“And he brought his family with him, including his...son.”
“Tad?” I’d heard her talk about how her father’s lawyer’s son was her brother Garrett’s best friend, and how they were nearly inseparable.
“No, the other son,” she whispered. “The younger one. Jeremy. He’s my age, but since they live up north, they go to Ellamore, not Southside with us.”
I nodded, ready to murder this Jeremy guy for whatever he’d done. “And?”
“And nothing.” She groaned and flopped her head onto my shoulder. “That’s why it’s so stupid. He didn’t do anything, he’s just always given me the heebie jeebie creeps. My skin crawls every time he looks at me. And today—”
When she broke off so suddenly, I gripped her waist. “Today?”
“He just...” She winced and shook her head. “He said something that disturbed me.”
“What did he say?” I nearly yelled.
She jumped and gaped at me. “It wasn’t that awful, don’t worry. I’m sorry, Knox. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
I growled out a sound and waved her apology aside. “Just tell me what he said, and I’ll judge for myself if I should worry.”
“Okay, fine. He told me I looked good today, like better than usual, that there was a certain glow about me. Then he asked me if I’d finally lost my virginity.”
“He said what?” I grew rigid with outrage, ready to kick Jeremy the lawyer’s son’s ass.
“But it was more like, ‘Finally got your cherry popped, huh?’ And he leaned in really close with one of those oily, cocky grins. It just...” She shuddered in my arms. “It skeeved me out.”
“And it should. That was a totally inappropriate question. Who the hell is this guy?”
“I told you. He’s my father’s lawyer’s—”