Page 118 of Out on a Limb
Not remembering shit.
“Eggs, Pickles.” The warning in Andrew’s voice made it clear he would make good on his threat to come up here and handle the eggs, leaving mine to scramble themselves.
I leaned one elbow against the counter at the edge of the stove, putting as much of my weight on it as I could as I did my best to stir the eggs without suffocating Andrew.
I could barely manage a swipe across the pan now and then as I struggled to maintain my uprightness.
When Andrew added a second finger I was gone, the added length of his middle finger hitting that magical vagina voodoo spot that was my cookie’s kryptonite.
I started to fall, flailing as I tried to catch myself.
My hand hit the handle of the pan of eggs, flipping it up and sending the mostly-cooked curds sailing.
Luckily they missed Andrew and splatted across the floor right next to him.
I stared down at them in a sexual stupor.
Like I didn’t know what to do next.
Unfortunately someone else in the house did.
Phillip jumped up from his banana-print pet bed and raced to the mess, immediately snarfing down as much as he could manage.
I clamped both hands over my mouth in horror. “He’s eating babies.”
Eating full-grown, batter-dipped chickens was one thing.
But being a baby cannibal?
“Not babies.” Andrew grabbed Phillip with one hand, scooping him up and away from the remnants of our breakfast.
“But that’s where chickens come from.” I took a step back as Phillip tried to look at me like he’d done nothing wrong.
“Only if they’re fertilized.” Andrew tapped the foam container with the remaining eggs inside. “Grocery store eggs aren’t fertilized, so he didn’t eat any babies.” He scratched Phillip under the chin. “He’s not a monster.”
I was going to Google that later. Just to be sure.
Andrew tipped his head toward my bedroom. “Go get dressed.” One corner of his mouth twitched the way it did right before he made his version of a joke. “We’ll stop and get you some breakfast on the way in.” Another twitch of his lips. “Since you haven’t eaten yet.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Andrew
“I WONDER IF anyone will bother coming in today.” Collette grabbed her purse as we pulled into her spot at the garden. “Or maybe they already gave up on finding the key.”
“If they already gave up then that means whatever’s in that box isn’t as interesting as we thought it was.” I shut off the engine with the ignition button I was still getting used to.
“I still think it’s worth trying to get into.” Collette opened her door and stepped out into the early morning air, bending down to set Phillip on the ground at her feet.
“Do you have a plan for that?” I caught her hand as we walked toward the main entrance to the gift shop, Phillip trotting along beside us on his hot pink S&M leash.
“No freaking clue.” She punched in the code on the keypad just beside the side door and waited for the alarm to disengage. “I feel like it’s probably a one-shot thing, and if I don’t get it right then I’m screwed.”
“We could go at lunch. See what we can figure out.”
Collette let out a sigh that bordered on a groan. “I can’t. I have to go to a lunch thing with Helen and Julia.”
“A lunch thing?” I followed her into the dark building.
