𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑼𝑷 (Mississippi Smokes Series book 6) by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines releases on June 16th.

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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑼𝑷 (Mississippi Smokes Series book 6) by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines releases on June 16th.  This is Ransom's story from the Mississippi Smokes series! Check out this sneak peek! 

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“Are you going to tell me how you found out or how you found where I lived?” she asked finally. I knew she’d been wanting to, but she’d not brought it up again after I’d ignored it at her apartment.

“I have sources,” I replied vaguely.

She sighed as she leaned back on the booth seat. Don’t look at her tits. Do NOT look at her tits. Eyes above the neck, Ransom.

“Friends tell friends things like that.”

I cocked a brow. “Friends also tell friends when they publish a best selling book and get engaged,” I countered, wishing I hadn’t brought up the last part. The sour taste in my mouth just saying it took away the rest of my appetite.

“I didn’t know how to tell you about that,” her gaze dropped to her glass. 

“You type it out and press send.”

That got her eyes back on me. She narrowed them. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then please, elaborate,” I said, giving up on eating anymore and settling back to listen.

“I was afraid of failure.”

I waited for her to say more, but she just sat there looking uncertain and nervous.

“Okay. But after you were a success? Why not then?”

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and my eyes zoned in on them. Damn, who would have thought that her mouth would look like that once those fucking braces were off.

“I think maybe it was that our friendship or whatever was built on a certain impression you had of me, and I didn’t want to hinder it…” she trailed off.

“I see. So you wanted me to think you were the cat lady.”

She let out a soft laugh and shrugged. “Yes, no, I’m not sure.”

I couldn’t force her to give me a straight answer. Hell, the texting we’d done over the past ten years was weird. We never saw each other. I'd never spent time with her outside of the library in high school, yet somehow she’d become important. Seeing her words on my phone screen had become a part of my life that I wanted to keep. I enjoyed.

“I think I get that. But what about your engagement?”

She gave me a pointed look. “You aren’t someone who believes in any kind of serious relationship, and I guess… I didn’t want to hear anything negative about it.”

“What? You didn’t want me to tell you how fucking stupid that it?” I asked, unable to hold back my grin.

“Exactly.”

The server came to take our plates and asked if we wanted dessert. I ordered a black coffee, and Noa asked for a cappuccino.

When we were alone again, Noa cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. Keeping my eyes above the neck was a struggle, but honestly, her mouth was as lethal as her body. At least for my cock.

“How long are you in town?” she asked.

I couldn’t stay, and the longer I spent in her presence, the more likely I’d end up trying to get her naked. Telling her I was here until I got rid of Neilson wasn’t an option. She’d probably frown at that since she was or was not engaged to the bastard. For now, anyway.

“Headed back after this lunch,” I lied.

Her disappointment made me cock twitch and that right there was a reason I had to put several states between us. Go back to texting. “Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

“Do you ever come home? I mean to Madison to visit? You’ve never mentioned it in your texts.” And I had never asked.

She shook her head. “No. I’m not close to my mother. She wants to see me about as much as I want to see her.” The bitterness in her tone didn’t mask the hurt. Why hadn’t I ever asked about her parents? It seemed we’d talked about everything, or had that been me unloading on her? Not both ways.

“I didn’t realize you had such a bad relationship with her.”

“I don’t talk about it.”

And I didn’t ask.

She inhaled deeply, then smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I never thought we’d do this. You know, converse in person.”

Yeah, neither had I.

“It was time,” I replied.

The light in her gaze was back. “Maybe it was.”

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