Page 106 of Married with Mayhem

“I know this song,” Sabrina says. “It’s on the jukebox at Gino’s.”

“The Rolling Stones. My grandfather was a big fan.”

She smiles. Rubs her hands on her legs. Looks out the window. Glances back at me.

“Something wrong?” I ask her.

“I was just thinking,” she says in a soft voice.

“Seems unpleasant. I guess that’s why I don’t do it too much.”

“Funny.” She wrinkles her nose. “But I wanted you to know Daisy already assured me that I can stay with her and Big Man Bowie for a while.”

Up ahead, there’s a sign for a hamburger chain. I slow down, flip the blinker on and turn right.

“Are you having second thoughts about staying at my place?” I ask.

“No!” she shouts. “Of course I want to stay with you. I just thought you might need a break or something. And if you do, that’s okay.”

Her expression is anxious. She nervously chews on her lower lip as she awaits my answer.

I swing the car into the nearest empty spot and release my seatbelt. Reaching for her, I push the hair away from her face and slowly rub my thumb over her cheek.

“Brina, I want to be with you all the time. I wouldn’t have asked you to stay with me if I didn’t. There’s no expiration date on the offer.”

She exhales and breaks into a beautiful smile. She tries to lunge across the seat but discovers she’s still held down by her own seatbelt.

My reflexes are quicker so I hastily unclick it for her and shift my seat back to give her room when she climbs into my lap.

She straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. There’s no such thing as being this close to her without getting hard. I want her mouth and I take it, kissing her deeply and passionately while my hand impatiently slides beneath her shirt.

“Monte,” she breathes between kisses. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” I suck on her neck. I’m ready to shove her panties aside and risk arrest.

“I’m still hungry,” she says. She pulls back with a smirk and opens the driver’s door. “Now feed me hamburgers and tell me I’m pretty.”

She climbs out of the car and starts strutting toward the restaurant. I trail after her, panting like a dog.

It’s when we’re seated at a booth and staring at menus that I remember there’s a voicemail from a sociopath waiting on my phone.

Sabrina just said a difficult goodbye to her mother. There are more goodbyes to come tomorrow when we leave for the drive back to New York. The last thing I want to do is give her something new to worry about.

“Do you think we’ll be back in the city by Tuesday?” she says. “There’s an exhibition at the game design school that I want to go to. I need to register for classes too.”

“That’s doable,” I tell her, flipping the menu. “As long as we don’t have a repeat of car trouble.”

We’re sitting side by side and she hugs my arm, pressing a kiss on my shoulder. “What else is doable?” she teases. “Erotic answers only.”

The menu suddenly becomes very uninteresting. Instead, I’m riveted by very X-rated mental images of having Sabrina all to myself night after night. Indefinitely.

But then the waiter shows up and wants to take our order so I try to stop thinking naked thoughts. I end up copying Sabrina’s order because I can’t be bothered to examine the menu.

“Be right back.” She kisses my cheek and scoots out of the booth.

“Where are you going?” I’m already tense, looking around for possible threats.

“The bathroom. Relax. It’s right over there.” She tosses her hair and walks in the direction of the sign that says ‘Restrooms’.

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