Chapter 5
Lance
“Move it.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Channing asks as I elbow him out of the way of the refrigerator. The guy seems to have taken up permanent residence standing in the open door, staring at the food.
I reach past him and grab three packages of bacon, not bothering to answer.
I admit I’ve been cranky as hell lately. The wound of being shot down by Charlie for a second date has festered all week. I rejected my frequently recurring idea to go and arrange a ‘chance’ meeting with her in town. Charlie is smart—she wouldn’t buy it, and I don’t want to come off as desperate.
Which I am, by the way.
This woman is under my skin in a big, bad way. An I-can’t-sleep-at-night-because-I’m-thinking-of-her way. And jerking off five times a day does nothing to relieve the mounting pr
