Page 34 of Lucky Laces
Her cheeks go pink and the bags crinkle under duress from her tightly clenched fists.“It was, um”—her eyes skitter to mine then away—“it was the only way they’d let me stay with you.”
“You didn’t have?—”
She moves to me.“I did.”
And there’s no embarrassment now, no hesitation.
Just the firm resolve of this beautiful, capable,stubbornwoman.
“DeeDee,” I whisper.“You didn’t.”
“Idid,”she says more firmly and suddenly exhausted, I give in.
“Fine,” I mutter.“You did.”
She smiles approvingly then gets down to business.“So drugs are in hand.”She holds up the bag.“The nurses say you’re almost ready to blow this joint.I followed the ambulance with my car, so as soon as you’re discharged, I’ll get you home and then we can get back to normal.”
Back to normal.Right.
Of course.
Back to me wanting her.Back to me fucking up my life, my career.
Back to me unable to?—
“What’s the matter?”she murmurs.
My throat is tight.“Nothing,” I say.“Just been a long ass day.”
Her face softens.“I hear that.I think I’ll cancel practice tomorrow and spend the night soaking in my bathtub while watching my favorite trash TV.”
A bath.
Diana naked.
Christ, she’s trying to kill me.
But I will my dick to not twitch and let the bath comment go, asking instead, “Trash TV?”
Pink cheeks again.God, where else does that blush show up?
“I’ll admit,” she says.“It’s my guilty pleasure to watch reality television and the various train wrecks it spotlights.”
“What’s your favorite?”
“90 Day Fiancé.”
“I’ve never seen that one.”I’ve never even heard of it.
“Well,” she says, “maybe I’ll make watching it your homework while you heal up.That way I can properly oversee your indoctrination to the glorious world of all things 90 Day.”
“Only if you watch it with me,” I blurt.
Danger.Danger.
But, again, I can’t fucking stop myself.
Her eyes go wide, and I brace for her to tell me that won’t happen.
