Page 139 of Let It Breathe
She rolled her eyes. “You had me naked three days after you got back to town. You bent me over my own kitchen counter last night. You really didn’t think I’d be easy?”
He grinned and set the breakfast tray on the nightstand. Then he leaned over and kissed her. He tasted like orange juice and red peppers, and Reese was ready to drag him down on top of her and prove just how willing she was to make things work.
At least until her front door burst open.
“Reese? Reesey, where are you?”
She pulled away from Clay and sat up in bed. “Larissa?” she yelled.
Her cousin shoved through the bedroom door and dropped onto the end of the bed, cleavage bouncing under what was either a halter top or a jockstrap.
Larissa surveyed them and smiled. “Oh, good. You’re doing it.”
“Not at the moment,” Clay said. “But give us five more minutes alone?—”
“Out!” Reese commanded. A flicker of hurt flashed in Larissa’s eyes, so Reese tugged the sheet up tighter around her breasts and softened her tone. “I love you more than anyone else in the world, except maybe Clay?—”
“So you finally admit it?” Larissa grinned. “The part about Clay, I mean. Obviously, you love me.”
“I do love you,” Reese said. “And I’m sorry for what I said yesterday. But can you please get the hell out of my bedroom?”
“But I have something to tell you, and I have to do it before the others get here.”
Clay raised an eyebrow. “Others?”
“Let me put on some clothes first,” Reese said. “Then we can have a conversation in the living room like a normal family would.”
Larissa rolled her eyes, but stood up and trudged toward the living room. “Normal families are overrated.”
Clay grinned and shut the door behind her, while Reese scrambled out of bed and pulled on a rumpled pair of pajama pants and a thin tank top with no bra. She turned around to see Clay watching her and felt the warmth flood her body all over again.
“That’s a good look for you,” he said.
“Thanks. Maybe I’ll start dressing this way in the tasting room.”
“You’d certainly make my cork pop.”
Reese laughed. “It’s nice to see the old Clay is still in there somewhere.”
“Come on,” he said, taking her by the hand. “Let’s see what Larissa wants.”
They trudged out to the living room, where Larissa was bent over the baby opossum’s cage, cooing softly to the little animal. She looked up as they entered and gave them a broad smile.
“The morning-after glow looks good on you,” she said.
“Thank you,” Reese said. “And in case you missed it in there, I’m sorry for the things I said yesterday.”
“No need.” She nibbled her lip. “I have some growing up to do. I know that. I’ve been playing around for too long with boys and booze, and while I’m not a degenerate lush like Clay was?—”
“Thank you.”
Larissa smiled. “No offense.”
“None taken,” he said. “I was a degenerate lush.”
“Right. And I don’t want to become that. So I’m going to get my shit together, starting with making better choices about men. Which is why I only let your veterinarian get to second base last night.”
Reese blinked, processing her cousin’s words. “Dr. Wally?”
