Page 98 of The Overtime Kiss

Isla hands me the notebook ceremoniously. “As soon as you mentioned your sex lessons the other night, I ordered this just for you.”

“Please tell me it doesn’t have one of those embossedFrom the library of Sabrina Snowstamps on the first page,” I say.

“No, but I can add that,” Isla says helpfully and the thing is—she would. She’d special order the stamp from an Etsy shop in seconds.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“But here you go,” she says, gently opening the book. The beginning offers pages for lists, and then after that it includes a section for the date, the “Summary of the Experience,” and ratings on a five-star scale. “I always find it’s best to take notes by hand. They stick longer.”

“And we want that man to make things really,reallystick,” Maeve puts in, unable to resist that one.

I laugh, then set the tiny book on the table, accepting the pen, too, that Isla hands me. I ask her, “Okay, what doyouthink I should add to my list of five pleasures?”

She exhales dramatically. “I wish I knew. It’s beenforeverfor me. Honestly, at this point, if the right man just blows on myear, I might come.”

I lift a brow. “Ear play?”

Skylar chuckles. “My dog licks my ears. And my face. Every single night.”

I tilt my head. “Earsandface? He sounds very thorough.”

“Heis.” She sighs, like she’s resigned herself to this fate. “I mean, I can’t be mad about it. Idocuddle him every night. And he’s a Doxie mix, so how could I not?”

“And is there a sex tip somewhere in that?” Isla asks dryly.

Skylar holds up her hands. “Oh god, no. But since dogs know all our secrets, if youaskedhim, he’d probably recommend,”she leans in and lowers her voice, whispering the name of a porn site.

I perk up. “Ooh,role-play section. Noted.” I write that down on a page.

Maeve leans forward. “I’d also suggest some toys. I’m abigfan of bringing another party to the bedroom.”

I shift in my seat, already warming to the idea. “What kind of party are we talking? Aguest staror more of asupporting role?”

Maeve winks. “Depends on how adventurous you’re feeling.”

I nod, adding that to my growing list. The possibilities are stacking up fast, and I’mveryinto it. The server swings by with our drinks, and we thank her. Once she’s gone, Isla says, “I feel like I should be taking notes too. You know, for…science.”

Skylar grins. “Right? This is basically a public service.”

Maeve lifts her milkshake. “I’d also suggest you might want to ask him to?—”

She mouths the words, giving me a wild idea.

“Oh, that does sound like fun,” I say, raising my glass to meet hers.

And if Tyler had me screaming his name last time, he has no idea what’s coming next.

But first, there’s a bag outside my apartment when I return after lunch before picking up the kids. A little shimmy runs through me as I cross the distance from the garage and pick it up. This man and his surprise gifts.

This bag is the smallest one yet. It’s orange and blue—the team colors for the city’s football team. I dip my hand in,fishing past light blue tissue paper to find…two tickets to a football game.

For this weekend. When Elle has the kids till shortly after the game.

I clutch the tickets to my chest a little too long. I smile a little too wide. And I probably assume a little too much. But his words from a week ago ring in my head.

I was going to ask you to go to a baseball game and debate the umpires. I was going to see if you wanted to play mini golf—and then ask if I could make you scream in pleasure.

When I reach inside the bag once more, I find a card.

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