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“Did I, now?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded and kissed down the expanse of her neck. “Tell me you missed me.”

“Not a bit.”

His fingers dug into her side, and she let out a squeal of laughter. “Stop!’

“Not until you admit you missed me.” His fingers danced along her ribcage, and he watched her blue eyes start to sparkle with laughter.

“I missed you!” she gasped.

“About damn time.” He pressed her further against the truck and captured her lips with his, relishing the flash of fire that first touch always ignited. He lazily explored her mouth, taking his time. A kiss should never be rushed. When he pulled back, satisfaction rolled through him. She looked stunned.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded, licking her lips.

“Don’t do that, or we won’t get there before Delia goes to school.”

“That girl has plans on giving you a perm.”

“The hell?”

“She told me last weekend.”

“Fuck…you know I won’t tell her no.”

Jo laughed again.

“I swear, the women in my life are gonna give me nightmares for the rest of my life.”

“Probably.”

Shaking his head, he moved back and helped Jo into the truck before getting in himself and heading toward Viktor’s.

How the hell was he gonna get out of a perm?

“You going to bed after we leave?” Mason asked as he pulled into Viktor’s driveway.

“No. I got an advance review copy of the newResident Evil. I’m going to be recording this morning.”

“Why did you not tell me you got that shit?” Mason turned to stare at her. Jo had one of the most popular YouTube gaming channels around. He’d been in love with her long before he ever met her. Hers was one of the few channels he’d watched regularly. Keith never told him who his sister was, the fucker. He’d known the crush Mason had on the YouTuber named JoJo. Fucking Keith.

“Because I knew you would probably want to sleep after you picked me up.”

She knew him too well.

“Resident Eviltrumps sleep, woman.” He cut the ignition and turned toward her. “Always.”

“Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking if you can come watch?”

“Do I have to be any more obvious?”

Laughing, she shoved him then hopped out of the truck and pranced up the steps until she stumbled and fell forward. He shook his head. That girl was a walking threat to herself. Grabbing the box, he got out and hurried over to help her up. She didn’t weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet, so it was easy to haul her up one-handed.

“Do you plan on making it through the day without causing bodily harm?”

“Probably not,” she said wryly.