Page 88 of Head Over Feels
“No,”ItoldPerrycalmly.Ididn’t want him to get in trouble. “Iwasn’t old enough to drive in those days.”
Felix’seyes were twinkling in the parking lot lights as he asked me, “WhatareGregandCraig’sphone numbers?Ineed to tell them about this beforeIforget.”
Iscowled at him, then turned toAdrian. “Weshould be charged up by now.”
“Great.”HeandPerryunhooked the cables and lowered theBuick’shood.
“Thankyou very much for your patience,” he said. “Incase you’re willing to give us another try, here’s a gift card for your next visit.”
Hehanded an envelope toFelix, who told him, “Oh, this was such a memorable night, we’ll definitely be back.”
Adrianjust smiled stiffly, thanked us, and went back to his car to shut the hood.IflaggedPerrydown before he left and handed him a nice tip.
ThenFelixandIwere finally on our way home.
Thirtyminutes laterIparked under the carport and leaned my head on the steering wheel.
“Youtired?”Felixasked.
Iturned my head to the side toward him and nodded. “It’slate andIhave to get up early for work again.Wouldyou mind if we postponed the massage oil session?”
Felixrubbed his palm up and down my back. “Ofcourse not.Let’sgo in and get you to bed.”
Igroaned. “Fuck, are you sureI’mnot too old for you?”
Felixunbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to kiss my temple. “You’reperfect,” he breathed into my ear.
Ismiled into his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”Hewinked and turned to open his door and get out of the car.
Sighing,Idid the same.
Wewalked into the kitchen, andIremembered the shears. “Oh, shit,Iforgot!”Isaid, hurrying to the sink.
“What’sthe matter?”Felixfollowed me.
“Iset these out to air dry earlier andIneed to put them in the knife rack where they belong.”Iquickly did so, then spun around to head to the bedroom.ButFelixwas right there.
Hetook my free hand. “Malcolm,” he said hesitantly. “Iwant you to tell me ifIever do anything to annoy you.”
Iscrunched my face. “Likewhat?”
Hesmoothed his hand down my shirt and picked at a button with his fingernail, staring hard at it. “LikeifIforget to hang my towel up, or ifIdon’t put my clothes away.”Heshrugged. “I’mtrying hard, butIknowI’mgoing to mess up eventually.”
Icocked my head. “What?”
“Likethe shears.”Hewaved toward the knife rack. “Iwould never in a million years have noticed them, much less remembered to put them away tonight.Butthey were the first thing you did when we got home.Idon’t want to irritate you ifIleave stuff lying around.”
Mybrain was slowly putting two and two together.IgrippedFelix’sshoulders and ducked my head so he had to look me in the eye. “Felix,Idid that for you.You’rethe one who likes things neat.”
Heblinked and shook his head. “Noooo?I’vebeen being neat becauseyou’rethe neat one.”
“IfI’mthe neat one, why did you clean my entire house yesterday?”Myvoice was getting a little louder.
Hethrew out his hands, shaking mine off his shoulders. “BecauseIthought you wouldn’t like that it hadn’t been cleaned while we were at the ranch.Iwas trying to be freaking considerate!”
Istretched out my arms to match his. “Butwhy?Thecleaning service came a week and a half ago.Tome, it wasn’t that dirty!”
