Page 72 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“’Cause it’s true,” Rose murmurs.
My gaze narrows. “But I draw the line at nerd.”
Flynn, standing in the doorway, pulls Jackie against his side, skewing her glasses. “Nerds are hot.”
Rose and I simultaneously roll our eyes. Trish giggles.
“Yes, yes, we all know you have a hard-on for that particular nerd.” My words make Jackie’s face go scarlet. “But that’s her thing. I’m…”
“Efficient,” the wedding planner pipes up from in front of my laptop. She and I both know she’s brown-nosing, but neither of us care. I could get used to having her around.
I nod. “Yes. Efficient. I’m an efficient badass.”
Trish, who has no joke been studying her nails this whole time, smiles. “You just had to throw badass in there, didn’t you, sugar?”
“Pipe down, short stack, the adults are talking.”
Said nails curl into fists. “Why, you—”
“Easy, tiger.” I throw my hands up and take a step back, laughing. I butt up against the dryer. “I was just kidding. No need to get your shotgun ready.”
“Wait, you have a gun?” Jackie asks.
“This is Texas.” Rose snorts. “Who doesn’t have a gun?”
Jackie looks between the two of them. “Um, me?”
Trish pats the shoulder not squished into Flynn’s side. “I’ll take you to the range.”
Flynn groans and tucks Jackie in even closer. “How about we not give my future wife a gun right before she starts training to be an astronaut?”
Rose scoffs. “Don’t be such a—”
“That’s enough.” Holt’s voice cuts through the bickering. I can’t see him, as the laundry room isn’t big enough for everyone, but I can imagine his stern expression.
“We were supposed to look over wedding stuff. So why are we in the laundry room?” Rose asks.
“Because this is where I do my best work,” I explain.
Holt barks out a laugh and tries to cover it with a cough. Thankfully no one can see him, because I’m sure the damn man is bright red.
“Why the laundry room?” Jackie asks.
Everyone turns to me. Even the wedding planner.
“I like the sound,” I mumble.
“What was that?” Trish blinks innocently at me. I know she heard me, but she’s probably getting back at me for the short stack comment. I need to watch myself around this one.
“Never mind.” I look at the wedding planner. “Have at it.” I wave at the wall of lists and my computer. The girls try and huddle around my laptop, but it gets a bit cramped. I hoist myself up on the dryer to make more room.
The girls ooh and aah, Jackie even doing a jump-clap at a particular picture while the wedding planner takes notes and pictures of my lists with her phone. I’m trying not to think about how the dryer is still warm from its last cycle.
“Flynn, look at this!” Jackie points to a picture I found of a groom wearing Converse and another of the bride wearing cowgirl boots. “Wouldn’t that be adorable?”
“What?” Though taller than everyone, Flynn leans one way and then another trying to see over the girls’ heads. I scoot farther back on the dryer to give him room to step in and accidentally hit the on button with my calf.
It chimes and then vibrations shake my ass over the smooth surface of the appliance. I swear my body nearly orgasms from muscle memory alone. Quickly, I hit the off button, feeling more flustered than I’d like to admit. When I look up, Jackie’s smirking at me.
