171. Sterling
Chapter 171
Sterling
With my woman over my shoulder, I feel lighter than I have in a long time.
She likes me.
Courtney likes me.
And she’s not leaving.
Not now. And if I can play my cards right, not in two months.
“If you want to talk more, we can go inside.” Courtney is trying to use a reasonable voice. And it makes me grin.
I shift my grip on her, sliding my hand from where it was looped around outside of her thighs to between her legs.
She squeezes her legs together.
Which only serves to trap my hand.
“We are going inside,” I tell her.
“But my cabin…”
“Not your cabin.” I shake my head. “My house.”
Her hands press into my back again, and I feel her trying to lift herself. “But we never?—”
Someone clears their throat.
I stop walking, and Courtney stops talking.
Turning my head, I find Fisher and Simpson standing on the other edge of the driveway.
Courtney lets out a sound that can only be described as a squeak.
I school my features. “Something you guys need?”
Fisher’s eyes are bouncing back and forth between my face and Courtney’s.
Simpson snickers. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
I focus on Fisher, giving him an opportunity to say something if he needs to. He’s the closest in age to Courtney. She’s incredibly attractive. He’s single. And I’ve seen how easy they are together.
It would make sense if he had a thing for her.
He can’t have her, but it would make sense.
Fisher runs his tongue along his teeth, then his mouth spreads into a grin. “Like Simpson said. Tomorrow at lunch should be a good time to… catch up.”
I let the side of my mouth pull up, then I start walking again.
Striding to my front steps.