Page 59 of Flyboy
Were she and Ry engaging in a friends-with-benefits thing or a relationship thing? Either way, she didn't think either of them would want anyone knowing they were hooking up on the kitchen counter right before the BBQ.
"So, are we pretending you didn't see anything?"
"Oh, yeah. I saw nothing."
They reached the front door and Alyssa pressed the bell.
"Let's hope it stays that way," Jack muttered under his breath.
She couldn't quite stifle her laughter.
"You go ahead, laugh it up." He leaned closer and whispered, "But don't think I'm going to suffer alone. I'll be sure to point out exactly where they were when we get to the kitchen."
Her gaze darted to his. "You wouldn't!"
He raised one eyebrow. "Wouldn't I?"
Ah hell. He totally would.
She was saved from replying by the door swinging open to reveal a slightly rumpled looking Ry, his hair a mess and his shirt half untucked. "Oh. Hi. You're here," he said, blocking the doorway.
"Ah, yes, we're here." She smiled.
Ry didn't move and his eyes kept bouncing around, not landing on either of them. "Right."
Alyssa and Jack grinned at each other.
"Gonna let us in?" Jack asked, lifting his arm to show the bags he carried. "We've got stuff that needs refrigerating."
"Right. Right. Yes. Come in." Except Ry still didn't move.
"Ry, you need to step back to let us in, man," Jack explained with a low chuckle.
With a quick glance over his shoulder, Ry waited another beat before opening the door wide and moving to the side. "Go straight back to the kitchen," he ordered as though they might search his house.
Grinning, Alyssa said, "Thanks," and led the way.
When they reached the kitchen, Jack did exactly what he warned her he would; tipping his head close to hers, he murmured in her ear. "There. Right there. On the counter."
Alyssa looked where he indicated and headed to the other side of the room. "Put those bags here, Jack." She patted the counter in front of her,notthe one he'd pointed at. "Then go get us both a drink."
He laughed as he did as he was told. "Beer?"
"Yes. Please."
Brushing past her, he whispered. "The kitchen is a good place to eat, right?"
On a gasp, she spun toward him and whacked his arm with the back of her hand. "Jack!"
He tried to pull off an innocent expression but there was no missing the devilry in his eyes. Tapping her nose, he said, "I'll grab us both a drink, then help you with this so neither of us are stuck in here longer than necessary."
"You better. Thanks to you and my vivid imagination, I'm scarred for life," she grumbled.
"Don't worry. I'm sure I can think of something to make you forget."
Alyssa had no doubt he could. Except she wasn't sure that would be any better than what was currently swirling around in her head. Because if she knew Jack, whatever he came up with would be more X-rated.
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