Saturday
Talen did as he had promised. The moment they were outside of the bar, he scooped her up and threw her over the back of his shoulder, his hands holding onto her thighs, her shriek of laughter and the exposure of her thigh highs scandalizing the yuppies at their meals and cocktails.
As Talen strode down the street, indifferent to the stares, she saw Heath stand from one of the tables, pulling his waistcoat down, his expression furious, his mother reaching out to touch his wrist, preventing him from pursuing.
She was breathless from the position, the blood rushing to her head, and by Talen’s strength, as he didn’t even seem to notice her on his shoulder as he strode to the corner. “Which way, sexy?” He asked, nipping the side of her thigh nearest to her, the drag of his sharp tee
