Page 83 of The Christmas Fix
“Shit. Sorry, Paige,” Cat said, scrubbing a hand over her face and immediately smudging her makeup. “Dang it!”
“Makeup,” Paige yelled. She levered herself out of her chair and latched on to Cat’s arm. “How about we have a little chat for a minute. Take five!”
In all their years of working together, Paige had rarely had to remind Cat to keep it together on camera. Only during her post-birthday hangovers was that order necessary because otherwise Cat was a consummate professional. Or she had been until she’d consummated the hell out of Noah.
“What is going on in that brain?” Paige demanded when they stepped out the front door.
Cat looked at the anxious crowd who were hoping for a glimpse inside and dragged Paige down the block. “I did something stupid last night.”
“Did you kill someone? Oh, God! It’s not Noah, is it? I’d feel bad about helping you hide his body. I thought you two were getting along after the whole Thanksgiving thing.”
“Where do you get these ideas?” Cat grumbled.
“Is Noah alive or dead?” Paige pressed.
“Alive. At least he was when I kicked him out of my bed this morning.”
“What was he doing in your—oh. Oh!”
Paige gaped at her like a betta fish in a new bowl, unsure of her new environment.
“Yeah.Oh.” Cat shoved her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants. She’d left her coat inside and hunched her shoulders against the winter wind.
She glanced around. Christmas was slowly maneuvering its way down Main Street. With the Rudolph lights mounted on the streetlamps, businesses had begun decking their own halls with festive window displays, Christmas lights, and greenery.
It was taking shape, at least on the outside. The snow certainly helped the holiday look. They’d shoot the window painting contest this weekend and would host a ceremony mainly for the cameras, but with a little luck, they could pull in some vendors and sponsors and turn it into a shoppers’ night and pre-festival celebration.
“Done processing?” Cat asked, kicking at a seam in the sidewalk.
“Almost,” Paige nodded. “Almost. Okay. I’m there. You slept with Noah. Okay. So, what does that mean?”
Cat gave a surly shrug. “Why does it have to mean anything? I mean, we had sex. It was great. End of story.”
“Is it?” Paige asked pointedly.
“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to getting naked with him again,” Cat said, still not willing to make eye contact. Paige would take one look at her andknow. This didn’t feel like just a quick, fun fling like she’d enjoyed before. No, this felt more important. Scarier.
“So, the sex was adequate?” Paige prodded.
“Adequate times a million.” Okay, maybe Cat could brag just a little without letting Paige know how terrified she’d been of losing her soul to Noah Yates as he whispered dirty little secrets into her ear while he moved in her.
“So, good then?”
Cat dragged her hands through her hair, instantly ruining the “effortless” tail the stylist had spent thirty minutes on that morning. “Like so much better than good I can’t even find the words.”
“Oooooh.” Paige dragged out the syllable in understanding.
“Yeah. That’s why my head is…” she gestured into the distance. “I’m orgasm drunk.”
Paige nodded approvingly. “Nice job, Noah.”
“Oh my God. You have no idea.”
“I probably do, but since my husband is your brother, you don’t want the details. By the way, Gannon is insanely insatiable in bed.”
“Gross. So, what do I do now? How do I go back to being normal?” Cat asked. She needed sister-in-lawly wisdom and needed it STAT.
“Are you going to get orgasm drunk with him again?” Paige asked.
