Page 29 of Accidental Husband

"Changing your name to Romeo?" She laughs as she climbs over me. Her ass brushes my crotch. Then my hip. She waits for Quinn and Wes to exit, then she climbs out of the car.

Fuck, she really does have a nice ass.

Not that I care.

I follow her out of the car. Let out my own yawn.

"Why?" She holds her hand over her eyes as she takes in the thermometer.

"Why not?"

"Why do men feel the need to put their dicks everywhere?"

"You saying you never feel the need to put a dick anywhere?"

"That doesn't even make sense." A laugh spills from her lips. "Is this really the quality of your dirty talk?"

"Oh." I raise a brow. "You want to hear something?"

"No." Her nose scrunches in distaste. "God no."

"Sounds like you're asking."

"Sounds like you're holding up the air-conditioning." She points to the fast food restaurant to our right. The one our friends aren't visiting. "Let's eat, yeah?"

I nod, sure, and follow her to the fast food place. I don't mention her preference for the place where our friends are dining.

Two hours in a car with anyone is a lot. With Dean, Chloe, Wes, and Quinn? That's a fuckton. And we have two more to go. If we're lucky.

Jules pulls the door open. Sighs as she walks into the air-conditioning. "Oh my God." She closes her eyes. Thrusts her chest into the air. "That's perfect."

It really fucking is. The AC. Not the way her tank top hugs her tits. Or the way they rise and fall with her breath. I barely notice that. "Get me the first combo with iced tea."

"You don't like iced tea."

"Yeah, but you're gonna drink all of it."

"I will not," she says.

I shoot her areallylook.

She presses her lips together. "It doesn't make sense to get two drinks when the refills are free."

"Yeah, the two dollars are gonna burn." I pull out my wallet. Grab a twenty. "Order as many cokes as you want."

"Uh-huh." She pushes my hand away. "This one is on me."

"You're so fucking generous."

"Thank you, I was thinking that." She flips me off. "Not all of us are gainfully employed you know."

"Not all of us have parents who pay our bills."

Her brow furrows. Not the faux rage I know well. Actual frustration. She sucks a breath through her teeth. Swallows hard. "Number one, yeah."

"Jules, you know what I mean."

"Go do your business." She turns and moves into line without a word.