Page 99 of Kiss Me Tonight

I open my mouth, fully prepared to tell her exactly that, when Brien stomps right over me: “I’ll ask you both one more time. Are you two sleeping together?”

Shit. Fuck.Dammit.

At any other time in my life, I wouldn’t think twice about coming clean. But coming clean puts Levi’s job on the line. While I don’t need the money, she does. I won’t be the reason she gets fired today.

“No.”

“Yes, we are.”

My gaze darts to her stubborn, beautiful face. “Aspen.What the hell are you doing?”

She doesn’t spare me a glance. “It was one time,” she announces blithely, like she’s discussing the color of her shirt or what she ate for dinner or anything, really, besides the fact that we fucked on top of a mountain and it was the best experience of my life. “But yes, we had sex.”

The tension in my neck increases tenfold. “Brien, what she’s trying to tell you—and is failing at, by the way—is—”

“And I’d like to have sex with him again.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grunt, my knuckles digging into my eye sockets. When I drop my hands three seconds later, the office hasn’t changed. Brien still looks shell-shocked, Levi is calm as can be, and I . . . I want to pour myself a beer and pretend this isn’t happening. “He’s going to fire you, you know that, right?”

Levi pats my forearm consolingly. “He won’t.”

“He will.”

“He’ssitting right here,” Brien butts in, his expression, for once, unreadable.

Folding one leg over the other at the knee, Levi leans in close to me. “Want to know how I got this job?” she says, not even bothering to keep her voice low.

“Football.”

“That, and also because I teach History.”

I blink, slowly. “Probably one too many concussions to the head over the years, but I’m not following.”

Levi’s chin tilts toward Brien. “Tell him who also teaches History here at London High.”

One great, big sigh that I swear I can feel from this side of the desk. “My wife does.Did.” At my blank stare, he clarifies, “We decided at the end of the school year that she should stay home with the kids going forward. We were paying through the roof for babysitters and daycare and, honest to God, but she’s been wanting to grow this knitting club she started—”

“With my mom,” Levi pipes up, a finger raised. “They’re obsessed.”

Brien’s shoulders droop. “So obsessed.”

“I think they use it as an excuse to get everyone together and drink wine all night.”

“Either that or they’re calling in male strippers.”

I hold up a hand. “Wait. Hold on. Forget about the male strippers for a second.” I look at my old LSU roommate-slash-teammate. “I didn’t realize you worked with Sara. You told me that you two met at the gym.”

Levi elbows me in the side. “Theschoolgym. Which means if they can hook up and then get married with no penalties from the school, we can do the same.” When my eyes widen, she hastily adds, “Hook up.Hook up. Who said anything about marriage?”

Brien taps the desktop monitor. “Technically, this guy did.”

“Well, I’m not—married, that is. Maybe I should send thisCelebrity Tea Presentsfellow my divorce papers? Along with the bill for how much my damn lawyer cost me?”

Although my brain is still locked on the M-word, I shake my head. “Won’t do any bit of good. Once he sinks his teeth in, it’s game over.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip, and damn if my cock doesn’t stir with interest. “I don’t think I like this guy.”

I laugh, head tipped back. “Join the club, Coach. Join the fucking club.”

---