Page 55 of Drive Me Wilde

"I haven't told him. I've barely told myself. I think he'll be happy for me." I pause and give it a few seconds thought. "Maybe."

Kinsley stands and picks up the dishes. "I'm going for a run on the beach. You interested? Or maybe you're too, you know, tired?" She winks.

"Speaking of dorks," I say as I get up from the table.

"Hey, my sex life is zombie-level dead. Allow me to live vicariously through the adventures of Indi Nash. I'll bet Jameson doesn't disappoint in the bedroom."

I can't hide the smile or the blush. "He's pretty amazing."

She claps. "I knew it. Well, even though my vagina is drying up like an old prune, I'm happy for yours."

I shake my head. "I forgot that you have no filters. But that's why I love you. You go ahead. I was thinking of heading over to Bassett to see about that bartending job."

"Good idea and have you given any thought to working at the sandwich shop?"

"Yes, if Nev will have me, I'm happy to work for her."

Kinsley claps fast and does a little tap dance. "No more smelling like onions and pastrami." She stops. "Not that it's all that bad, and I think you'll be just as fun if you smell like pastrami. Jameson might even like you more," she says with a giggle.

"Go on your run, you silly woman. Oh, wait, can I borrow your car? I take back the silly woman comment."

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Thanks." I turn to head down the hallway for a shower.

"Hey, Indi," Kinsley says.

"Yeah?"

"I'm happy for you, but I'm even happier for Jameson. I think Nonna was right. Everyone misjudged those Wilde boys."

I nod and smile. "El Honey was always wise."

twenty-five

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Jameson

I'm just getting out of the shower when I hear someone out in the living room. "Rio." I pull on shorts and rush down the hallway. It's Zander, sitting on the couch with his work boots propped on the coffee table.

"Shit, that's twice. And just come on in, buddy. No need for the formality of knocking."

"I knocked. There was no answer, so I walked around to the deck. By the way, your sliding door is unlocked. Should be more careful. Any old asshole could just stroll in."

Zander is wearing one of our company shirts, reminding me that we're supposed to check a jobsite in Bassett this morning. He drops his feet, sits forward and rests his forearms on his thighs. "You going shirtless?"

"No, I just got out of the shower. And if I'm being honest, I forgot all about looking at the job. I've had a few things on my mind."

"This'll help you get them off your mind for a bit." Zander straightens and squints at me. "Why do you look so much better than yesterday? Did you hear good news about Rio?"

"Nope, that part of my life is still fucked up as ever."

"That part?" He rubs his chin exaggeratedly. "I'm trying to decipher that statement, and I'm starting to get some vibes here." He rubs his temples next. "You had sex last night."

I turn to get another cup of coffee.

"Aha, I guessed right. Who was it?" He's hovering behind me now like an annoying gnat.

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