Page 52 of Hiding From Laughter

Oh.

His smirk said I might’ve interruptedsomething.

What had he been talking about?

“I…I had a good day at work.” Was that right?“And…and mowing the lawn is a good idea.”

I was positive those were appropriateresponses to something he’d said in the past few minutes but the way he wascoughing said otherwise.

I wasn’t so drunk I didn’t realize he wascovering up laughter.

A few more sips and I might not havenoticed, though.

Yep, he was being sneaky.

“Ugh. It’s about the weekend. You want totalk. That’s a terrible idea.” It was so bad I took another sip. “You’re sosneaky.”

And I was so full.

“Those were sneaky too.” I couldn’t helpbeing stupid and cuddly when I was full. It was how food worked. It took bloodfrom my brain and shoved it all to my stomach. That just made me stupid.

He was so fucking sneaky.

He even pretended to look confused until Iwaved my hand at the grill. “Oh. Well, you bought the steaks.”

I had?

No. It wasn’t my fault.

“You did this.” He was sneaky. “It’s veryrude.”

So was the way he was back to snickeringand coughing.

When he finally caught his breath, heleaned back in his chair and shrugged, looking sexy in the low light of theback yard.

That was cheating too.

Looking sexy was always cheating…it made mestupid.

“You kill my brains really easily.”

Yep. Cheating.

“Thank you.” Micha was clearly proud ofhimself. “You didn’t need them tonight anyway, though.”

Ugh.

How rude.

“I always need them. How will I worrywithout them?” How would I keep my thoughts to myself without them? “I’ll talkwithout my brains.”

Duh.

Micha shrugged. “That’s a chance I waswilling to take.”

He was so cavalier about the problem…thebig problem…the huge problem.

“That’s rude.”

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