Page 54 of Property of Bones

She scoops up a nearly-asleep Asher and heads for the door.

Buzz.

Jack:Forgot that you didn’t have your phone. Text me the list of what you need from your apartment.

I shake my head, smiling like an idiot as I type.

Me:It’s okay, I forgot too. Just a few outfits, my tablet, and my bathroom stuff.

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Jack:Clothes. Tablet. Bathroom shit. Anything else?

Bathroom shit.Such a man’s response.

Me:My phone and charger.

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Jack:Which panties do you prefer? You have several different kinds.

MOR. TI. FIED.

Me:Get out of my panty drawer, Jack. You can’t go through those.

Bones Calling.

Crap.

“Hello?”

“Baby,” he says, voice low and amused. “Which panties?”

“Can you please stopsayingthat word?” I beg.

He chuckles.Chuckles.The audacity.

“I don’t mind one bit if you walk around without any, baby. But I’ll never let you leave the house like that. Not where other men can see.”

“Jack.Honestly.How would anyone evenknow?”

“They’d know,” he growls. “And then I’d have to kill them for knowing. Now…panties. Pick.”

I close my eyes and fight the burn climbing up my neck.

I can’t believe I’m about to say this.

“The gr…mm” I mumble.

“What was that?” he teases. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Thefreaking granny freaking panties,okay?!”

He laughs again. “Granny panties it is. I’ll grab one thong, just in case.”

“In case ofwhat?! You know what, never mind. I hate those things. I mean, why would anyone want to walk around all day with afreaking wedgie?”

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