Yes, a nasty bruise would definitely make itself known soon.
“Don’t you ever throw your money in my face like that. It isn’t polite, it isn’t nice, and I remember you before you had it all!”
Jake shook his head. “Kace, I’ve always had money.”
The plane began to taxi and Kacey reached for his hand. “Not as much money as you have now. Admit it. I knew you when you had zits.”
He felt his face burn crimson. “I never had zits.”
“Don’t lie, Jake. I also remember when you used to dream of owning a chicken farm.”
“I was seven!”
“You were adorable.” She smirked reaching out with her free hand and patting his head, still keeping her other hand in his. He wasn’t sure if she knew that she was clenching him that tight, but it was obvious her fear was still ridiculously out of control.
“Also…” Her luscious mouth burst into a smile. “I was your first kiss.”
Jake closed his eyes against the onslaught of memories her admission created. “Okay, yes, so I was your first kiss…”
“Before all the strippers.”
“Keep your voice down, Kace!” He shushed her.
“Before you knew what French kissing was.” She laughed. “Kacey, Kacey, what do I do with my tongue?” she mocked.
“Hilarious.” He shifted in his seat and cracked his neck.
“Is it supposed to feel funny?” She continued mocking him and burst out laughing.
Chapter Five
The woman was obviously insane and asking for trouble. Who holds something like that over someone’s head? Of course, he didn’t know what to do with his tongue! He was twelve! Any guy would have been flustered, especially with Kacey as the kissing partner!
It was her braids. Lord, but she had the longest braids of any little girl he’d ever seen. Naturally, he tugged on them whenever the opportunity presented itself and then in a fit of desperation threw rocks at her when she wouldn’t chase him anymore.
Obviously in need of attention, he went in for a kiss and was pleasantly surprised when her mouth opened in a scream for him to stop, and his tongue slipped in.
He’d like to think it was purely instinctual, but Kacey ruined that thought the minute she started making fun of him.
As if she could point fingers, the girl was literally cutting off all the circulation to his left arm.
“Kacey, do you think you can make it?” he asked, trying to pry her death grip away from his arm. He still held her other hand and knew it would be stupid to let it go.
Mainly, because holding her hand felt good.
And he wasn’t lying about her having nice hands.
He’d be a fool to let her go.
Again.
Damn, he needed to get laid. At the rate he was going they would be married by the end of the weekend. The sappy sentimental Jake needed to be punched in the face.
“Forty-five minutes,” Kacey chanted. “Just forty-five minutes!” Maniacal laughter came from her lips. “I mean, I can do anything for forty-five minutes, right? Right?”
Apparently it wasn’t a rhetorical question. “Er, right. I’m sure you can handle it, Kace.”
“If he orders a drink I’ll calm down.” She nodded her head as the plane began to take off.