Let's Be Crazy (Oh Captain, My Captain Book 4)

Let's Be Crazy (Oh Captain, My Captain Book 4) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith

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very inappropriate. “No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have let her pack her own bag. She only had dolls and a DVD.” I walk into the kitchen and pour us each a glass of wine. I cut the tenderloin and arrange it on plates with the vegetables.
    Ashton chuckles. “That’s all Reed packs when he comes stay with me, but that’s because he has clothes at my house already. Well, he doesn’t pack dolls, but you know what I mean.”
    I giggle as I carry the plates to the table and sit down. “I do. So, I saw the game other night. You’re really trying to gain the points, huh?”
    “Wouldn’t you? I’m not even my own kid’s favorite player. That hurts.” He rubs his chest over his heart dramatically.
    “Well, I can understand that. At least you have some motivation. However, I think that’s the first time I’ve sat through a whole Bears game on TV without being forced by Tiff.”
    He puts on his sexy grin, bringing back the butterflies to my insides. “Sounds like you have some motivation too. Care to share what or who that might be?”
    “It may have been a certain number seventy-four that I may have been watching,” I say shyly. It’s not like he can’t figure this out.
    “And what did you think about that certain someone? Impressed? Overtaken by how handsome he is? Stunned into a daze by his smile? All hot and bothered by his skills on the ice?”
    “Wait, are we still talking about you, or Mr. Fifteen who actually scored the winning goal of the game?” I cover my mouth, hiding the smile as I tease him.
    “That was a low blow, Lexie. You’re still so harsh to me.” He shakes his head, but I can hear the joking tone in his voice.
    “You’re being silly, but I’ll make it up to you.” Before I lose my nerve, I rise from my chair and sit sideways in his lap. His face goes from shocked to smiling. I cup his face in my hands and bring his lips to mine. I intended for a small, sweet kiss but I feel him kiss me in more of a frenzy, and his hand travels up my thigh. “Better?”
    “Not quite.” Ashton squeezes my leg. “I’ll let you know when it’s all better.”
    I give him one more kiss, feeling my hormones taking over more. If I don’t slow down, I’m going to tear off his shirt in a moment. “Will that hold you over till dinner is through?”
    “I think so, but you might want to be on standby, just in case it doesn’t.”
    “I’ll do my best.” I wink, going back to my own seat. I catch a glance of Ashton readjusting himself. “Now,” I say, changing the subject. “I may have checked the schedule and I did see that there is a certain favorite team of mine coming to town soon. I may have to take you up on those tickets, if you still have them?”
    “Hmm…I might need a little incentive.” He winks, taking a bite of his food. “Since you’ve brought it up, there’s something I want you to think about.” He looks a little uncomfortable.
    “What’s that?”
    “I have a cabin and we go up there a lot when the snow falls. We’re going to spend the weekend up there because I have a whole weekend off close to Thanksgiving. You and Sadie are invited to come. It’ll be Reed, Brooke, Jax, me, and Brooke wants Reed to meet her boyfriend, so he’ll be there to. Tiffany could even come, if you wanted her too. There’s plenty of room.”
    “Um, I mean, this seems like a family thing.” Why would he want us there? “Do you really want us to go?”
    “Really? You’re asking me that? There’s not a person coming that doesn’t want you and Sadie, even Tiffany, there. Well, maybe Nate, but that’s because he doesn’t know y’all, so he doesn’t count.”
    I giggle at him, thinking that Brooke’s boyfriend doesn’t count. Could I really spend the weekend with him? It wouldn’t be like we would be alone. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing. “Yeah, I’ll see if we’re all free to go. As long as you think it’s okay.”
    “It sounds perfect to me.”
    The rest of the dinner is

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