Page 132 of Story of My Life
“Deal.”
I collapsed in relief against the couch. “We’re doing a hell of a lot of talking for just sex.”
“Agreed. Let’s not make it a habit. Hey, how do you feel about sandwiches?”
“Like I could kill half a pound of lunch meat right now.”
“Oh, thank God. This girl dinner isn’t cutting it. Let’s make some sandwiches and we’ll watch Breeony try to convince William she’s his dream girl.”
I should go. I should slip out the side door and sneak home in the shadows. But my fridge was empty. And I was maybe a little curious about whom William was going to choose for his Adventures in Amsterdam date.
“Deal.” I got to my feet and hauled her up.
“To the temporary kitchen,” Hazel said.
I gave her a playful slap on the ass and followed her into the dining room, ignoring the sinking feeling in my chest.
I’d gotten everything I wanted. So why did I feel unsettled?
We had just polishedoff our sandwiches and Breeony was begging for a second chance when there was a jaunty knock at the front door.
“Are you expecting someone?” I demanded.
“At ten thirty at night? No!” Hazel insisted.
The doorknob rattled.
“Open up, Haze!” Zoey called through the door.
“Shit,” Hazel whispered.
I was already on my feet, searching frantically for my pants.
“Uh, just a minute,” she called, sounding guilty as hell. “You need to hide.”
“Where?” I hissed.
“I don’t know. Behind the curtains?”
“So the entire neighborhood can see me in my underwear? Where are my fucking pants?”
“How should I know?” She ran around me into the foyer and opened up one of the coat closets. “Hide in here. I’ll distract her, and you can find your pants and sneak out.”
I was back to feeling like a teenager as she pushed me inside the closet and shut the door.
“Who’s the greatest agent in the world?” Zoey said when Hazel opened the door.
I put my forehead against the door in the dark.
“I’m guessing it’s you since it’s almost eleven o’clock at night and you’re willing to risk a raccoon sighting,” Hazel said.
“I just landed you a small profile in a medium-sized Pennsylvania magazine,” Zoey said.
“That’s definitely the most exciting thing that’s happened tonight,” Hazel said, unconvincingly bright. “Why don’t we go all the way back into the dining room and open a bottle of wine or something else that will take several minutes?”
Felicity:I’ll expect my groceries to be delivered for the next month or else I’ll be forced to mention that I spotted one of Story Lake’s most eligible bachelors sneaking out of Hazel Hart’s house in his underwear. #thepriceofsilence
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