Page 42 of Five Minute Man
Liz kept shooting furtive glances at her, alternately mangling the remaining bread by pulling off bite-sized pieces and sipping her wine.
By the time their meal arrived, they still hadn’t spoken. It was Liz who finally broke the silence.
“Are you angry with me?”
Holly exhaled heavily, pushing the now-empty glass off to the side. Her head was buzzing pleasantly, and she was feeling more relaxed. “No, I’m not angry with you. Because of you, I had a three-night, three-day marathon of incredibly hot and wild monkey sex.”
Liz’s eyes widened. Then, when Holly grinned, they both burst into gales of laughter, drawing stares from the surrounding tables.
“So, I did a good thing?”
“You did a very good thing,” Holly agreed. “Adam is ... well, he is the personification of my perfect man.” She shook her head. “In fact, he is too good to be true. I knew there had to be a catch. And she showed up on my front porch today.”
“Eve is something else, but you can’t hold that against Adam. It’s not his fault she’s a psycho hose beast and can’t take no for an answer.”
“Psycho hose beast?” Holly repeated incredulously.
Liz waved her hand dismissively. “I heard it in this really bad 80’s film. Never thought I’d actually use it, but in this case, it fits.”
“Tell me.”
Liz scowled. “Let’s just say I have a good reason to hate Eve Sanderson and leave it at that.”
Holly wanted to ask more, but the look of resolve on Liz’s face told her she wouldn’t get much more out of her on the subject. Thankfully, their meals arrived and gave them something else to focus on.
