Page 15 of Wild Rush Of Love
God. Even her damn eyelashes hurt.
“Wow. For someone who recently returned from a two-week vacation, you’re looking pretty trashed.”
Reena forced one eye open and saw Caitlyn Wallace slide into the other side of the booth. Stretching her lips into a semblance of a smile, Reena hummed. “Hmm…long day.”
“Busy next door?” Caitlyn asked, glancing at the archway Reena had shuffled through.
‘Next door’ referred to Sunday’s Side, the restaurant half of Caitlyn’s family’s business. The place Reena had worked since she was old enough to have a job. A little before that, if you counted the hours she’d hung out while Caitlyn babysat her when Reena had first come to live with her great-aunt Beth in Baltimore.
“Yeah, and we were down a waitress after Felicity took a tumble and rolled her ankle.”
Not that Reena’s tired state was due to being on her feet carrying trays stacked with food, drinks or dirty dishes for hours on end. But she wasn’t about to explain her exhaustion stemmed from seven nights of little sleep. The bliss of slumber had proven elusive since her return from Winter Lake.
“So. How was the trip?” Caitlyn leaned forward, eagerness lighting up her pretty face. “Meet any hunky guys?”
Spine snapping straight, eyes popping wide, Reena stared at her friend and tripped over her own tongue. “W-why do you ask that?”
Caitlyn cocked an eyebrow.
Dammit. She’d given herself away.
She wanted to bang her head on the seat behind her or the table in front, but knew the action would be futile. Knocking herself senseless wouldn’t deter her friend. Caitlyn would only sit there and wait until she spilled the beans. She’d been doing that since Reena was eight with a high level of success. Why change things now?
With a sigh, Reena flopped back against the seat. “Fine. I met a guy.”
“Do tell,” Caitlyn purred. “I want all the juicy details.”
“Nothing to tell.” There might have been, but…
Well, Reena wasn’t sure why she’d stopped Rush. Or why he hadn’t kicked her out of his bed when she’d called a halt to their encounter.
“No juicy details,” she muttered with self-disgust.
Caitlyn eyed her with curiosity. “Does this guy have a name?”
“Rush.”
“What?” Caitlyn blinked, a baffled expression creasing her brow.
Reena smiled. She’d had a similar reaction when Rush had introduced himself. At first she’d thought it was a nickname, but he’d promptly produced his driver’s license as proof. “His name is Rush Whelan.”
“Unusual name.”
“Apparently he was born in half an hour, well before his expected arrival date so his mother called him Rush because he was obviously in one.” She shrugged.
It seemed stupid to name a kid that way, but as the days had gone on and she’d gotten to know Rush better, the name fit.
Everything about him was a rush. From the way he looked to the way he moved to the way he made her feel. Then again, he’d taken his time in other ways…
“Did you at least kiss him?” Caitlyn asked. “Please tell me you at least got some tongue action.”
Reena laughed. “Yes. There was tongue.”
Her friend frowned. “But you didn’t do more.” It wasn’t a question.
She shook her head and once again gave herself a mental kick in the ass.
The orgasm he’d given her before she’d freaked out counted as more, but she wasn’t going to mention that mind-blowing event because then she’d have to explain her behavior, and she really didn’t want to. Not even to the woman who knew every other detail of her nonexistent sex life.
