Page 17 of The Spider Queen
“Hunter Jones. I like it.”
“Now you,” he said.
“Poppy Sinclair.”
He grinned. “I like yours, too.”
“Good, now that that’s out of the way, you want to tell me how you got my phone number from Anita? Wasn’t she—occupied?”
“Nah, she was cuddled up on the couch with my roommate.”
“That’s sort of cute,” I said with a smile.
“She was wearing his shirt and sweats.”
Good for Anita. She’d met Jonah, he’d lived up to the hype in her head, and now she was spending the morning with him.
“So, were you able to fall asleep after our good-night kiss?”
“Fishing for compliments?”
“How was my technique?”
I pretended to think. “Well, I just don’t know…it was over rather quickly. Hard to judge technique.”
His mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it would’ve been great, but you didn’t give me a chance to get into it.”
“I thought I was being respectful.”
I smiled slowly.
He sat back and laughed. “You’re evil.”
“I took a play from your book,” I stated in wry humor.
“Nicely done.”
“Thank you.” I gave a little bow. “I stayed up until two in the morning trying to figure out what kind of spider is in the cube.”
“Any luck?”
“Not yet. I’m going to email some people today who either know, or have the means of finding out.”
“Cool. Will that take all day, you think?”
I cocked my head to the side. “Nope.”
“You wanna hang out?”
“I thought that’s what we were doing.”
He smiled.
“I need a shower. And more coffee.” I looked longingly at the coffee maker.
“I’ll make more.”
