Page 16 of Hurry Up And Wait
“What I’m going to do is get to know him.”
“I know, but are you going to get to know him orget to know him?” She waggled her eyebrows, grinning at me like a fool.
“Listen, for all I know, he’s already married or dating someone.”
“Or he’s a manwhore. Ooh, or maybe he’s just desperately waiting for someone like you to come along.”
I rolled my eyes and bent over to pick up the rest of the boxes falling to the ground. “Would you stop?” I shrieked.
“What? It’s Kavanaugh!”
“No, I mean, stop putting the boxes on top of each other. I already got my workout in for the day,” I said, slamming another box on the counter. “And as for Kavanaugh, let’s wait until he gets here and see how things go. Besides, what if you wanted him?”
“Well, I definitely want him, but he’s always been yours.”
“You did move with me across the country,” I said, unpacking the last of the bags. “Besides, I’m still married.”
“Yeah, but that was over at least a year ago. Don’t think I don’t know about your afternoon delight.”
I stopped and spun, staring at her as my face turned beet red. “My what?”
Her grin told me all I needed to know.
“See, at first, I thought you were having an affair. No one makes that much noise when they’re flicking Fiona?—”
I slapped a hand over her mouth, cutting off anything else she might say. She mumbled something against my hand and I finally released her.
“You washed that hand, right?” She stared at my hand and then flicked her eyes to mine.
“You’re terrible.”
“I’mterrible? You sounded like you were having an orgy!
“I needed to get off!”
“Like I said, no one makes that much noise flying solo. So, anyway, when I walked back into the house an hour later and you were rushing around, trying to pretend like everything was perfectly normal, I knew you weren’t having an affair. You would have told me.”
“I think I hate you a little bit,” I glared at her.
“So, the way I figure it, you need someone to let off a little steam with.”
“Kavanaugh’s not the man to let off steam with. I’ve known him for too long.” I frowned, thinking about how it had been years since we’d seen each other. “I hardly know him anymore. It would be wrong to use him that way.”
“Uh…I get the impression that all Kavanaugh does is blow off steam. I say go for it.”
The doorbell rang and I slapped a hand over her mouth. “Not a word.”
She pried my hand away. “You know, he’s outside. You don’t have to cover my mouth.”
The doorbell rang again and I slapped my hand over her mouthagain. I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. “I wouldn’t put anything past you.”
She licked my hand and I instantly pulled back, wiping it on my pants. “Gross.”
She stuck out her tongue, then looked at the counter in horror. “Oh crap!”
“What?” I searched the counter, desperate to see what she did. But she took the opportunity to rush around me and bolt for the door. Oldest trick in the book and I fell for it.
I was about to run after her, but instead, I took a minute to compose myself. We weren’t just talking about an old friend anymore. Kavanaugh was gorgeous and sexy and muscular and lick-worthy. I had to get my shit together.