CHAPTER 22 | Holly
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I can’t believe I actually said that, but I did and it’s out there and I fully expect Beau to swish off in a huff, but he doesn’t. He shovels another two helpings of breakfast casserole onto his plate, and then reaches for the fruit.
“Is that another dare?” he asks, grinning. “Like when you said I couldn’t make you come?”
My face goes hot, and it’s totally and completely irrational, but I can suddenly feel his hands on me. The promise in his eyes makes me want to strip right here and jump him.
“You tell me,” I finally manage and Beau laughs. I don’t blame him. It’s not my best snappy retort. He makes my brain go fuzzy. Inside my sweater pocket, my cell vibrates. I check the screen. Home number.
“Gotta take this,” I say, standing up and turning awa
