Page 83 of Spindrift

“Anotherof whatever Emilia is drinking.”

“Fetchingher drinks now? Such a gentleman.”

“Ifetch you drinks.”

“Areyou still trying to play the whole ‘we’re just friends’ card?” Stormy filled amug from a tap and held it hostage while she waited for Morgan’s answer.

“Shutup.”

“Justpromise me you’re not lying to yourself, at least.”

“Giveme the beer, Stormy.”

“Shecould be good for you.”

“DoI give you shit about your love life?”

“Idon’t have one.”

“Please?”

Stormysighed dramatically and released the drink, accepting the cash Morgan handedher in return. “Oh, and Morgan?”

Morganturned back to the bar. “What?”

“Iclosed up a little early the other night and took a walk by the water.”

“Thatsounds nice.”

“Emiliasounded pretty nice, too.”

Morganopened her mouth to say something, anything, but the blood overtaking hercheeks and throat made it impossible to speak.

“Iwon’t tell anyone.” Stormy shooed her away and turned to her next customer.

“Youokay?” Lillian asked when she sat back down.

“Yeah.”She cleared her throat. “Swallowed wrong.”

Sheset the beer in front of Emilia and willed her face to regain its normalcomplexion. Stevie patted her on the back.

Stormy’swords stuck in her head as she rejoined the conversation. Embarrassment warredwith vivid memories of the sounds Stormy referred to, and when Emilia shiftedcloser in her chair, Morgan laid her hand on her thigh, unable to stop herself.

Emiliauncrossed her legs and laughed at whatever Lillian had just said. Morganslipped her hand between Emilia’s thighs and stroked the fabric slowly,grateful their seats were against the wall. The only way someone could haveseen was if they ducked underneath a table. Emilia tightened her thighs aroundMorgan’s hand as she moved farther up, trapping her against her heated center.Morgan gulped more of her own beer and hoped the cold liquid would cool heroff. It didn’t. Emilia arched her hips so subtly none of the others could possiblyhave noticed, but it sent a shockwave through Morgan.

“Anyway,my mom sent Emilia enough food to feed an army, so feel free to inviteyourselves over any time.”

“Thatreminds me,” Morgan said to Emilia while Stevie inquired about the exact natureof the feast. “I mentioned to my parents that Ray’s daughter was in town, andmy mother ordered me to invite you over for dinner. You don’t have to come,”she added, “all things considered.”

Shemoved her hand with the last word, and Emilia covered her sharp intake ofbreath with a fake cough.

“I’dlove that.” The eyes she turned on Morgan were half-lidded with desire, and thecolor in her cheeks could have been from the beer. Morgan suspected it had alot more to do with the gentle, insistent pressure she was currently exertingon Emilia’s clit through her jeans.

“Steviewas invited too,” she said. “It wouldn’t just be you.”

“Eitherway is fine by me.”

“Whatare you whispering about? I heard my name.”

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