Wildwood Hearts (Wildwood Meadows #1)

Chapter 17

Lila

Damn him. As I watched those Wranglers head on out of the bar, it was hard to ignore the fact that bantering with Easton Holt just did it for me.

I wouldn’t tell him that my fingers hovered over his contact information more than once with an almost-text message. Luckily, I was too smart to send him things like: Please let me climb you like a tree, or … fall in love with me, you grumpy jerk.

Some version of the Tush Push was beginning on the floor, and my feet and hips automatically fell into the rhythm next to Sage, and I willed myself not to think about Easton Holt and how good it would feel if he were next to me right now.

I was strong enough to stand on my own, and I would be damned if I would cave.