“You know, Teresa, there’s a thing called a cup holder.” His gaze dropped from my face to the tea I clutched in my hands. If I saw another strip club, I was going to hurt someone.Ĭam glanced over at me as he sped down the back road. Although the scenery I was about to witness was sure to be better than what I’d seen so far of this county.
Why, oh why, did my brother have to text Jase and mention that we were on his end of town and ask if he needed anything? Cam was supposed to be taking me around so I could get familiar with the scenery. Oh sweet Mary mother of all the babies in the world, this was going to be awkward. And this was the first time I was seeing him outside of campus. The request for sweet tea was bringing me face-to-face with Jase Winstead-the physical embodiment of every girlie girl fantasy and then some that I’d ever had. Or because my brother had nearly caused a triple-car pileup by winging his truck around in a sharp U-turn after receiving a text message that contained two words only. Not because the amount of sugar could send you into a diabetic coma after one slurp. Sweet tea was apparently going to be the death of me.
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