Page 69 of Not Your Average Vixen
She grabbed the curtain. “Get out! It’s only cold water.”
“Then don’t scream!” he griped, all Grinch meets Scrooge.
He was especially cantankerous today.
And where did she come up withcantankerous? Who used that word?
She fiddled with the temperature control, and the water went from icy cold to toasty warm. “I need you to start from the beginning. I can’t remember anything about the spaghetti dinner.”
“That makes sense. You weren’t there.”
She pulled back the curtain. “Why was Inotthere?”
“Can I turn around?” he asked, irritation pricking each word.
“Yes, tell me what’s going on!”
The twitch on his cheek made him look like he wanted to laugh, but he’d gone all broody sex god.
No, not sex god! Broody creep who wanted to derail Lori’s wedding.
No. More. Sex. Thoughts.
“Well, Birdie. I won’t mince words,” he began with a nice helping of jackass.
“Just tell me what happened, Scooter!”
“Fine. Here’s the short version. You were stoned out of your mind last night.”
She dropped the curtain, then recovered, and tugged it back into place. “I was not!”
“You were. Remember those gummy bears?”
“Yeah.”
“They weren’t just sugar and whatever the hell you use to make gummy candy. They were Tanner’s special recipe made with, in my opinion, way too much THC. You know what that is, don’t you? It’s what produces the high in cannabis.”
THC? Cannabis?
“Like, pot?” she questioned.
“That’s right. Think of it this way. Now, you can change your nickname from Birdie to Maryjane.”
She closed the curtain, then opened a travel-sized shampoo and started in on washing her hair.
Stoned?
She could barely believe it. Those gummy bears did have an interesting flavor to them. Still, never in a million years would she have thought they were laced with psychoactive compounds.
She stood under the spray as the bubbles from the shampoo pooled at her feet. “Why was there THC in the gummy bears?”
“I don’t know. It’s legal here in Colorado,” he huffed.
“But why didn’t Tanner tell us?” she asked, popping open the conditioner with a bit more force than necessary. She was damned angry.
“I’m guessing that even though it’s legal, he keeps it on the down-low.”
She shook her head. “Dabbles in agriculture, my ass.”
