After holding her, kissing her like that, he was restless, and no way was he going straight back to the cabin where he’d so recently slept with Faye. If he got into that bed now, there’d be no holding back the memories of waking up next to her. Kissing her. Hell, he’d be lucky if he didn’t find himself climbing right back into his truck and begging Faye to take pity on him and let him in. She’d enjoyed that moment up there in the bunk room, too. She hadn’t moved away from him, had let him pin her between the windowsill and himself. And then she’d let him touch her. Christ. She felt so good. All that silky, sweet skin and the scent of her—well, he’d never look at that bunk room the same way again. She’d liked that, and she hadn’t been shy about letting him know, either. He wasn’t surprised to find his Nonna parked on Ben’s porch. Something was brewing between those two. The pair practically sparked when they were together. He kind of liked the idea. Nonna deserved a man like Ben Cortez.
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