Page 34 of Kitty Season
Naturally, it’s Skip seeing her out. Skip, who lingers by the door long after her svelte frame has passed through it.
“Thank Christ,” Quinn mutters louder than necessary. “The woman may be intelligent enough to be a professor before she’s thirty, but a kindergartner could have read the room better.”
Falling forward, Brady sighs, his head coming to rest on the chipboard door with a dull thunk.
Oh yeah. He knows he’s screwed.
There’s no one here to save him now.
No one to act as a buffer.
No one to keep us decent.
Nowhere to run.
Sure, he can go hide in his room, but once he is, he’ll be forced to hear the moans, sighs and purrs he absolutely knows I will absolutely draw from Quinn … just for him. Hell, maybe I’ll bend the rules and let her sleepover tonight. Before I can make my move on Kitty, she makes hers. Just not on me.
Rising to her feet, she approaches her favorite goalie from behind. “You know her little visits are inappropriate, don’t you, Brady?”
“I don’t want to hear it, Quinn.”
“That’s not answering the question.”
“You’re right it’s not, because it’s a question you have no right to ask.”
“Poh! Wahh?” Quinn huffs. “I’m your friend. I have every right to be concerned.”
“You’re not though,” Brady counters. “You can’t be. You told me so after we almost kissed. Remember?”
Almost kissed?
Well. Well. Well.
Brady turns, eyes alight with a mix of fear and trepidation. His gaze flickers between me and Quinn, whose body is as rigid as my dick will be if this keeps heating up. “If not, let me remind you. I believe your exact words were, ‘We need to take a breakfrom our friendship for a while.Ineed to take a break.’ You were right to say it, and I’m right to remind you of it.”
Brushing past Quinn with his head down, he makes it only three steps before he comes to a sudden halt. Eyes still glued to his feet. “Holy shit. That night, you said something about me seeing someone. Did you … you meant, Faith, didn’t you?”
Quinn huffs again and crosses her arms across her chest. “Don’t you mean Professor Plum?”
“No, I mean Faith. Bloody hell, Quinn. Do you honestly think either of us are dumb? Or that someone like her would ever be interested enough in someone like me, to do something like that? Something that could get her fired, and me sent home?”
“What do you mean someone like you? You’re the best. She should be so lucky.”
Man, I wish I had some popcorn.
“Jesus, Quinn. You’re giving me whiplash.” With that, he’s off, once more smashing his shoulder into the wall as he barrels into his room, slamming the door behind him. Exasperated, Quinn plops beside me on the sofa then rests her head on my shoulder.
“Can you believe how defensive he is?”
“I can. I also believe you’re jealous as fuck. Gotta say, you look hot in green, Kitty.”
There’s never been a time where calling out a strong—some may say temperamental—woman’s behavior has ever worked out well for me, and I suspect this is no different.
“What? What? I am not jealous. That’s ridiculous. Why would I be jealous? According to Brady there’s nothing to be jealous of. Jealous. That’s ridiculous.”
“Hmm, so you said.”
Quinn ignores my cynical eye roll and continues. “Brady is my friend. I’m just concerned. Besides, I’m with you. Not him.”
