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I followed him, my hands shaking as I grew angrier by the second. “That’s it? You’re going to let me move out?”
Mitchell reached for his keys, then turned to me. “I can’t force you to stay here, Corina. If you’re unhappy, then yes, you should leave. Do I want you to? No, I don’t. I know I fucked up, but if you’re going to throw it in my face every goddamn chance you get, then you’re right, this won’t work.”
He headed to the stairs that led down to his front door. My heart raced, and I knew I couldn’t leave it like this. Closing my eyes, I called out to him. “Mitch! You never asked me to the Pecan Street Honky Tonk.”
Stopping, he looked back up at me. “What?”
I swallowed hard and took in a quick breath. “The dance, you never asked me. And well, Lane asked me.”
Sadness swept over his face. “What did you tell him?”
Wringing my hands together, I answered, “I haven’t responded…yet. I was waiting for you.”
Mitchell rushed back up the steps and stopped in front of me. I don’t think I’d ever felt my stomach dip like it did when he raced toward me. He cupped my face and leaned in. My chest rose and fell with each breath as I waited for him to speak. His touch sent a flurry of butterflies through my chest.
“Corina, will you go with me to the street dance next weekend?”
My teeth sank into my lip, and I watched as his eyes filled with lust.
“Yes.” I smiled and added, “But only as friends.”
The corner of his mouth rose into a sexy smirk. God, how I loved that smile of his. “It’s a date, then.”
“As friends,” I added.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Before I could even process his lips, they were gone and he was stepping back. “I’ll take it. For now.”
Mitch had his head up his butt at times, alright most of the time, but the man was honest, "I shrugged. “What? Normally I walk in here butt *** naked. So, compared to my normal attire, this is a one-hundred-percent improvement.” I love a man who talks to animals, because I talk to animals, “where’s your momma? I’ve got some goodies here to make the dinner I owe her from yesterday’s bet.” The cat continued to bathe himself as he ignored me. “Fine, but I’m shutting my effing door tonight. I’ve had to double up on allergy pills because of you.” Mitchell doesn't mind explaining the facts of life to his brother, “well, when you’re with the woman you love and she says she wants you, it means effing sand in your *** and between your bal—” I liked this book, I loved Mitchell.
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