Page 46 of Catch You

I swat her shoulder as I walk past her and directly to the kitchen for a drink. I know I’m about to get a Brooke grilling, so I need a strong one.

I’m pouring the rum into my glass when I sense her behind me.

“I can’t believe you sent me there, knowing he’d be there.”

“I didn’t know for sure. I was just hoping.”

“You’re an interfering whore, you know that?”

She barks a laugh. “Guilty as charged. But wasn’t it worth it?”

My cheeks heat, knowing what she just witnessed.

“It was okay, I guess.”

“Okay?” she echoes incredulously. “He had you pinned to the car. I thought I was going to combust just watching you. How you allowed him to walk away, God only knows.”

“We’ve had a really great day. After he inked me, he took me for dinner at a surf shack by the ocean.”

“Whoa, hold up a minute. You let him do it? Let me see. Let me see.”

Putting my drink down, I lift my dress to show her my back.

“Ouch, that looks sore.”

It’s only as she says it that I feel it. “I had a good distraction.”

“True that. It’s stunning.”

“He’s really talented.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me more about those talented fingers.”

“Nothing happened beyond what you just saw.”

“But you’ve been with him for hours—practically naked, I’m assuming, to get that done. How?—”

“Because it was the right thing to do. This might sound crazy to you, but we just spent time together. Actually got to know each other.”

“You make me sound like a sex maniac.”

I raise a brow at her.

“What? I have more than first dates.”

“When?”

“Err … about four months ago.”

“And you came home complaining that he was too boring because he didn’t try to touch you up after date two.”

“Well, he didn’t. I like to know what I’m working with and if they’re good in the sack.”

“Whatever,” I mutter, pushing past her in favor of the couch.

“So, are you seeing him again?”

“Friday night.”

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