Page 12 of What If I See You

Her smile widens and she practically snorts. It’s the cutest sound and it kind of makes me feel tingly inside. “You are unfuckingbelievable. Maybe you should sit somewhere else.” She tries to push me out of the seat but I’m easily double her size. I’m not budging.

Okay. Flirting with her is fun.

There. I said it.

“And break your heart before we even get off this plane? Pfftt. As if. Plus, I haven’t told you about Juicy Lucy yet.”

“I’m sorry? Juicy who?”

“Lucy. Juicy Lucy.”

Ledger rolls his eyes. “Oh, this ought to be good.”

“Who is Juicy Lucy?” Layken finally asks. “And if you even try to tell me she’s some girl you had a sexcapade with who like…squirts or something, you can pass me the barf bag right now because I swear to God I’m going to be sick.”

Everyone within earshot of Layken cracks up. Even me.

Grabbing hold of my chest, I wheeze. “Oh God, I can’t breathe!”

“What?” she says innocently through her own laugh. “I’m just saying…Juicy Lucy sounds like a squirty birdie.”

Ledger chokes on his drink while Harrison and August burst out laughing again.

“No, Layken. That’s not Juicy Lucy. Though that would be an awesome twist to my idea.” I wipe the tears of laughter away from my eyes and shake my head. “I was really just thinking of a girl who owns a juice bar in town…get it? Juicy Lucy?”

She bites the corner of her bottom lip. “Oooh. I get it.” Her cheeks pinken but she laughs with the rest of us. “Sorry. My mind jumped off a cliff, I guess.”

“Or right into the gutter.” I wink and give her a light nudge with my elbow.

“Well, I’m a romance author. What did you expect?”

“My, my, my, our little Layken here is a porny little perv.”

She smacks my arm. “Shut up. I am not.”

“Hey, Juicy Lucy could work next to Bendy Wendy, the town’s yoga instructor,” Ledger adds.

I point to him, lifting my brows in excitement. “Hell yes! Bendy Wendy!”

“And Sticky Nicky.”

Calming down from our burst of laughter we all turn our heads toward Harrison. “Who would sticky Nicky be?”

He bobs his head. “Well, maybe she runs the daycare in town. Or maybe she has a craft store and has some obsession with tape or glue. Or maybe she makes sticky buns for a living.”

Layken mumbles next to me, “And maybe at night she’s always covered in jizz so…”

Aaaand here we go again!

Every single one of us is now staring at Layken as she types notes into her phone. And then as if on cue, we all howl with laughter at the same time.

“Yes, I suppose that’s an option as well. You know, maybe you don’t really need my help. You seem to be doing just fine on your own, Hobbs.”

“Are you kidding?” She grins. Seeing her relaxed and happy makes me feel loads better after seeing her so down and out last night. “I would’ve never come up with Juicy Lucy without you, Griffin. Why have I not flown with you guys before? Is it always like this?”

Barrett turns from the seat in front of us. “Sadly yes.”

“He’s right,” Scarlett says from a couple seats away. “These guys are nothing but a bunch of teenage boys in a manly bodies.”

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