“Because we’re good at it.”
He nodded. “Damn good at it.”
“Sex with no strings.”
“No strings, sounds good.” He grinned again and she had to look away. “Stringless sex.”
“And you think we can do this. That our past won’t…that we won’t…end up hurting each other or…”
“I can do it, princess,” Shane said softly, so softly she barely heard him. “If you can, you know where I am.”
Shane dropped one more scorch
ing hot kiss onto her mouth and left her alone in the shadows, staring at the back of his head as he disappeared into the crowded dance floor.
For the longest time Bobbi stared at the remnant of his shadow until he was lost to her. With shaking fingers she ran her hand through her hair and shuddered.
What the hell had just happened?
Chapter Fifteen
“I heard you decked Gerald Dooley on your way out of the Hockey Shirt dance.”
Shane glared at Logan Forest as the two men worked to place the large harvest table he’d finished for his buddy in the right spot. It was Sunday afternoon, his mood wasn’t exactly sunny, and he didn’t need to deal with shit from Forest.
He gritted his teeth and gave a quick nod, but didn’t answer as they moved the table another inch.
“Not so smart, Gallagher,” Logan said carefully as they stood back to look at their handy work. “Hope it doesn’t mess with your parole.”
“The asshole deserved it.”
Shane couldn’t help the grin that stole over his face when he thought of how good it had felt when his fist had connected with Dooley’s face. There had been a crack. There had been crumbling of bone and cartilage. There had been blood and cursing.
His grin widened.
A broken nose looked damn good on Dooley and like he had just told Logan, the asshole deserved it.
Shane shrugged. “He said the wrong thing at the wrong time and met the wrong end of my fist.”
“Let me guess. It had something to do with you and Bobbi sucking face near the side of the stage.”
“Could have.”
In fact it had been a lot more than a comment. The guy had outright called Bobbi a whore in front of Sabrina Fairfax and a few others. Shane supposed the guy was entitled to his own opinion, hell, he’d been left at the altar, but there were some things you didn’t say out loud. At least not to the guy who could kick your ass all over New Waterford and back. Dooley was damn lucky that Shane’s parole prevented him from doing just that because he was itching to do it.
Asshole. In what world did Gerald Dooley think he belonged with Bobbi Jo?
“Huh,” Logan said, though the look in his eyes said a whole lot more.
“What?” Shane snapped, not in the mood for a heart to heart with Forest.
“What are you guys doing exactly?”
A glint entered Shane’s eyes as a smile spread over his face. He cocked his head to the side. “Do you want a play by play or just the short, condensed version?”
Logan scowled. “I want to know why the hell you think it’s a good idea to get involved with Bobbi Jo again. On any level.” Logan shook his head and stepped back, his lips tight, his expression fierce. “I get that you’re adults and not the kids you once were, but man, are you sure about this? Sometimes you have to let it go. No matter how good it feels. The two of you together…after what happened, Christ you fell away from all of us Shane.”
Something clicked inside Shane, like a piece of the puzzle finally fit. He took a step back and glanced out the kitchen window, into the thigh high snow that blanketed everything.