Page 99 of Take This Heart
“What did she mean about the way you’re playing this?”
“I have no idea.” I frown.
“You haven’t been talking to her?”
“Only when Bruce introduced us.”
She still looks troubled.
“Hey, don’t worry. This town loves you. I might go Sunday just to see if I can change their minds.”
“Don’t bother,” she says. “Unless you want to go…”
“I’d much rather stay buried in you, but if I must, I’ll go and do the Lord’s work.”
Her cheeks turn bright red and she turns to see if Beverly and Carol are still listening to our conversation.
Beverly is in mid-sentence. “…and she said we all sound just likeFargo, which is absolutely ridiculous...”
Goldie gives me a pointed look. “You better be glad thatFargoonce again offended a Minnesotan.”
I smirk. “Well, you know we don’t sound like that.”
“I know that’s what we all like to say, but I dare you to tell Grandma Donna that little tidbit with a straight face. She sounds just like Marge.”
“Nonsense.” I laugh and lean in. “Back to what’s important…I’d love to know what you’d have done as punishment if they had been listening.”
She leans even closer. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go upstairs and you can show me?”
She picks up her phone and tries to pretend my words don’t affect her. She sounds breathless when she says, “Unfortunately, I have to get back to the house. I’m meeting with Noah.”
“Interesting. I’m meeting with Noah too…in forty-five minutes.”
She bites her bottom lip and my eyes are drawn to it.
“Are you teasing me, Golo?”
“What do you think?”
I get as close as I can to her ear, my voice low and raspy. “I think you’re asking to be fucked this morning, Goldie Whitman. Is your love language:try to get under Milo Lombardi’s skin?”
She lifts a shoulder. “Do you often speak of yourself in third person?”
I rub my hand over my face and let out a long exhale. “My door is unlocked. Go upstairs and get naked. I need to force my dick to cooperate long enough for me to walk out of here without giving the good folks of Windy Harbor a show.”
“Aw, come on.” She pouts. “They need some entertainment around here.”
“You’re not helping,” I growl.
She grins and it’s the she devil out in full form. Definitely not helping my situation.
She stands and puts her hand on my shoulder, bending down to whisper in my ear, “Distract them.”
While she walks to the door that leads upstairs, I call out, “Juju, did I hear you made a new drink this morning?”
Everyone turns and looks at her and she nods.
