Chasing Dreams (Devil's Bend) (38 page)

Hoping like hell the heat that suddenly infused her
face wasn't visible, Zoey smarted off. “Hasn't everyone?”

The smile that beamed on V’s face had Zoey stilling in her chair.

Oh God.

She was suddenly enveloped in strong, muscled arms and overwhelmed
by the all too familiar, highly intoxicating scent of the one man she
wished hadn't just heard that comment.

“So, what would it be like?” Kaleb’s sexy voice whispered in her
ear, his warm breath tickling her cheek seconds before his lips landed in a
chaste, friendly kiss.

Shoving him off of her, Zoey laughed because if she didn't,
she might just cry. “Oooh, gross! Boy cooties,” 
Yep, definitely eighth
grade
.

“Boy cooties?” V asked, laughing. “That’s what you scream when
Kaleb Walker plants a kiss on you? Mercy, woman. I’m beginning to seriously
worry about you,”

Zoey felt the heat flood her face as she purposely ignored
Vanessa, all the while trying to pretend Kaleb hadn't actually heard
their conversation.

“You’re early,” she told him when she finally managed to compose
herself.

“I’m starving,” He waved off the bartender when he strolled over.
“Take me to dinner,”

“Nuh uh, buddy. It’s your turn to pick up the tab,” Zoey reminded
him.

Before Kaleb could argue, Zane walked up and Zoey watched as V’s
entire demeanor changed. If she wasn't mistaken, it just got a lot
warmer in the bar, despite the blast of cold air from the air conditioner.

Zoey smiled. Right. Nothing there.

“Ok, I’ll take you to dinner,” Zoey stood abruptly. “Here, Zane.
Take my seat,” Throwing a knowing grin at Vanessa and watching as her friend
tried to shoot daggers from her eyeballs, Zoey laughed.

“You are so dead,” V mouthed before Zoey turned away.

Truer words had never been spoken because as Zoey turned to walk
out of the bar with Kaleb, she was hammered with a sudden, overwhelming urge
to... kiss him.