Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Matt

She moaned. Kissed my mouth in a sweet, sorrowful brush. "I'll see you Friday at the bar?"

I had to clear my throat to speak. "Yeah. Wouldn't miss it."

"Laters, handsome."

Watching her go left an empty ache inside me. And that ache didn't abate until I strolled into Winter's Den two nights later and saw her grinning at customers.

What in the hell was this? These errant feelings swirling. The insane need to be near her all the time. Wanting her with every ragged breath between our time together. It was as if oxygen didn't exist if she was out of reach, out of sight.

Pulling up a stool, I chatted with her grandfather's friends and Rock until she could break free to say hello. As she leaned over the bar, I caught her scent and closed my eyes to hold it to me. Drifting forward, I went in for a kiss, but she eased back.

"Are we still a secret?"