Chapter 19

• Kane
• His hand felt gigantic as he slid it up her jean-covered thigh, digging his fingers into her. He wanted to feel her skin, to get his fingers closer to her than he could with what she was wearing. She drove him insane, to the point that he knew if she had a dress on, he'd already have his fingers coated in her juices. It wasn't his fault that she was pressed up against him. She couldn't expect him to be this close to her and keep his hands to himself.
• “Stay away from that one,” the waitress spoke again, “I know that type, and he’s not going to be anything but heartache for you.”