Page 9 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

I am going to hell.

“You sure you’re okay?” Dustin asked quietly.

Rylie’s gaze shot up to meet his. His smile was wide, bright, and sexy as hell.

Oh, God, did he know that she was scoping out his package?

“Yeah, I’m good.”

The rest of the tour, Rylie avoided looking Dustin’s way as much as possible. When they finally got back to the car an hour later, she stared out the window as he backed up and headed down the driveway to Highway 16.

“I don’t think it will fit,” he said.

Rylie whirled toward him. “What?”

He glanced away from the road to shoot her a quizzical look. “Heart and Soul. I don’t think it will be a good fit for the wedding.”

Oh, God, why couldn’t she seem to drag her mind out of the gutter? “Oh. Yeah, yeah, I agree.”

“What did you think I meant?”

His handsome face had split into a grin, and she thought her face would catch fire. “Nothing, I was just deep in thought.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

She glared at him. “What? What did you think I thought you meant?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of hazarding a guess, Miss Templeton.”

He was messing with her. She knew there was no way he could know that her first thought had been downright naughty, but still, his tone suggested he suspected.

“Where are we headed next?” she said, changing the subject.

“I thought we’d head back to the office and get a change of shoes for you.”

“They aren’t there. I forgot to pack them today, since I didn’t have any plans to walk all over a bunch of venues.”

“That’s okay, we’ll just swing by your place and grab some.”

Rylie’s heart skidded as she glanced at the clock. Asher probably wouldn’t be home, but she could just imagine the fight that would erupt if she showed up with Dustin and he was there.

“That’s okay, I can make it in these.”

Dustin glanced over at her doubtfully. “No, you can’t. Those are not functional shoes. Those are meant to look pretty and give men impure thoughts.”

Just the mention of impure thoughts made her want to crawl under the seat and die.

“God, do you have to do that?” she snapped.

“Do what?” He seemed genuinely surprised by her reaction.

“Do you always have to talk dirty?”

A rich chuckle escaped him and she hated that she clenched her thighs together as the low rumble swept over her.

“Believe me, when I talk dirty, you won’t want me to stop.”

Rylie punched him in the arm before she could stop herself, and he yelled, swerving.