Page 79 of Moonshine Kiss
“Taken care of. I fed them this morning and chased them around with that feather on a stick thing.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, flopping back down into his pillow. I should get up.Get up and storm out…and thank Jonah for the pancakes that in my foggy memory were pretty fantastic.
“I’d do anything for you, Cass.”
“Anything?”
He perked up expecting me to ask him for something he could give.
“You can just go back to pretending I don’t exist,” I told him.
“I can’t do that,” he answered, amused.
“Why don’t you give it a try? You might surprise yourself.”
He slipped his hand under the hem of the sweatshirt and stroked my back. It felt like heaven. “Honey, you’re gonna have to get it through your thick head that I’m not going anywhere. I’m not stopping until you agree to a date.”
“One date?” I loosened the hood so I could peek out at him.
“That’s all I need to make you fall for me,” he said with a wink.
“You’re an idiot,” I told him.
“I’m your idiot.”
“Is it safe to come in?” Jonah asked, covering his eyes in the doorway.
“She’s fully clothed,” Bowie reported.
“I saw a lot of boobs last night,” Jonah told me with a grin. He set down a glass with something purple and lumpy in it.
I groaned, and Bowie punched him half-heartedly in the shoulder.
“Ow!”
“What’s this?” I asked, eyeing the glass.
“Hangover cure,” Jonah said. “Drink it up as fast as you can and be prepared to feel a hundred times better.”
I’d settle for one time better at this point.
“Got yourself a bit of a shiner there,” Bowie observed, looking at my ouchy eye as I sat up and started chugging. That dang Misty Lynn and her pointy-ass elbows.
It tasted like seaweed and vinegar. I wanted to stop, but Jonah tipped the bottom of the glass up.
“Now what?” Bowie asked, taking the empty glass from me.
“Now we wait,” Jonah said eyeing me.
They didn’t have long to wait. “Oh, God.” I bolted out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
I didn’t even bother slamming the door shut before I was kneeling before the porcelain throne and heaving up a whole mess of stuff.
“Works like a charm every time,” Jonah said from the doorway.
I heard water running and felt a wet rag on the back of my neck. My hair was pulled back from my face and held lightly at the base of my neck.
“Get it all out, honey,” Bowie’s voice was soft. That big hand was at my back again stroking my clammy flesh.
