Page 65 of Addicted to You

“Yeah, we’ll be right behind you,” Silas replied.

I started walking, but he stayed put. When I glanced back, he was watching me. “You coming?”

He took a hesitant step toward me. “I want to kiss you.”

The words hit me square in the chest. My pulse pounded hard enough that I swore he could hear it. I swallowed, glancing toward the trailhead where Jesse and Olivia were waiting. “Not here.”

Silas took another step toward me. “Why not? They won’t see.”

I licked my lips absentmindedly. “They could.”

“Would it matter?”

“It does whileyou’re my client.”

He tilted his head. “Then you better stop looking at me like that.”

Like I wanted him.

Like I was two seconds away from sayingscrew itand giving in.

I exhaled sharply. “I could say the same for you.”

“Then just be quick.”

“You know I won’t be able to stop once we start. Let’s go.”

“Fine. I can wait.” He finally started down the path. When he caught up to me, he nudged my arm. “Bet you ten bucks Olivia makes us stop for iced coffee on the way back.”

I huffed a laugh. “Not taking that bet.”

“Coward.”

“All right. Hope you’ve got cash.”

“I’ve got you, don’t I?”

We stared at each other for a moment and before I could reply, we reached the others. Olivia was looking at something on her phone and didn’t look up before saying, “There’s a coffee place a few miles from here. We should stop.”

Silas turned to me with a shit-eating grin. “Told you.”

I sighed, pulling a ten from my wallet and shoving it into his hand. He pocketed it without hesitation.

Jesse unlocked the car, and we all climbed into the same spots as before. We each ordered coffees at the spot Olivia had chosen and then headed back to Phoenix.

It didn’t take long before Silas bumped my knee with his.

He didn’t move away.

Neither did I.

Jesse turned up the music, and Olivia started talking about their wedding again. The landscape blurred past us in streaks of red rock and desert sky.

I kept my gaze out the window, pretending I didn’t feel the press of Silas’s leg against mine. Pretending I wasn’t already thinking about what would happen when we got back to the hotel.

Because I knew exactly what was going to happen.

And I wasn’t going to stop it.