Page 15 of My Three Hometown Alphas

She bites her lip as we stand there staring at each other. Images of her being handcuffed in the sexy way flash through my mind.

Suddenly, I’m grateful for the little bit of distance between us because my dick definitely likes the dirty place my brain just ventured to.

She breaks eye contact first, turning toward the house. I follow behind, setting the bags on the kitchen counter when we get inside. I pull everything from the bags as she puts it away.

“You still didn’t answer my question about the mystery car,” I say.

“I bought it from a lady named Maggie who lives in town,” she says, putting some berries in the fridge.

“Oh, Maggie Jones. I knew I’d seen that car around town.” I pause, balling up the grocery bags. “Did Will or Owen give you a ride?”

She shakes her head.

“Then how’d you get there?”

“I walked.”

“You didn’t need to do that. One of us would have?—”

She holds up her hand, halting me mid-sentence. “I was fine.” She cringes a little bit. “The altitude kind of kicked my ass, but I managed.” Her eyes rake over my sweat-soaked T-shirt and shorts. “How do you run up here? There’s no oxygen in the air.”

I laugh. “I’ve been running my whole life up here. I don’t know any different, I guess.”

“But why?” she asks, looking utterly baffled.

“I started running when I was in middle school because I’ve always had way too much energy for my own good. It helps me clear my head and not feel so antsy in my own body.”

ADHD at it’s finest.

I wasn’t planning on going that deep with my answer, but it’s out there now. She gives me a warm smile, nodding in understanding.

“You don’t like to run?” I ask.

She shakes her head quickly from side to side. “Uh… no. Not even at a normal altitude. Walking, good. Running, bad.”

I chuckle, sliding the bags into an empty drawer. “I guess I’ll have to try to convert you to the dark side this summer.”

“Good luck with that,” she says with a wink, and I’m pretty sure a piece of my heart just melted. This girl is getting the attention of both my heart and my dick in the same conversation.Wild.

My hand bumps against a textbook that’s sticking over the edge of the kitchen table. My eyes roam over the textbooks, notes, and laptop spread out.

“Are you going to college right now?” I ask.

She leans her hip against the cabinets. “Will really didn’t tell you guys anything, did he?”

“Other than the fact he had found a nanny and when you’d be here, no, he didn’t.”

She nods. “I’m taking my last semester of classes for my master’s degree.”

“That’s awesome,” I say, running my finger over the lettering on one of the books. “What are you studying?”

“Political science.”

“That’s cool. I’ve never met a political scientist before.”

She makes a weird face. “I don’t know if I’d call myself that, but…”

“That’s what you’ve studied. Right?”