Page 23 of One Last Time
“Why do you have two noses?” Kristin’s head tilts to the side as one of her eyescloses.
This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’ll play along. When she resumes her walk, I follow her, wondering what the hell she’s doing as she moves around thebackyard.
“Is that part of theinterview?
“What interview?” Kristin stops walking. “Oh! Yes. You shouldsit.”
I don’t argue. I sit in the chair, hoping she’ll do thesame.
“First question, what is your nextjob?”
I shrug. “Not sure yet. I’m deciding what to donext.”
Since we wrapped on filming the series finale ofA Thin Blue Linesix months ago, I have way too much time on my hands. I’ve had a few casting calls but haven’t decided if I’m going to take a new job rightnow.
My agent wishes I’d move quicker, but I’m single, rich, and want to enjoy my life for abit.
Kristin huffs. “Are youhot?”
“I’d like to think so.” Ismile.
Her eyes bulge, and her cheeks turn bright red. “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean like, hot, outside hot. I’msohot.”
“I agree.” I’m hot, she’s hot . . . I’d like if we were both sweaty hot together, but I’ll have to settle for drunkinnuendoes.
She’s still standing and takes a step back. “Are you flirting withme?”
“Maybe.”
“You shouldn’t flirt withme.”
I know this, but it’s too fun watching her react. “Okay, I’llstop.”
“Okay, because you’re totally hot, and I really want to kiss you, but that would be bad, right? I shouldn’t want to kiss you. You’re drunk, and I’m drunk, and that would be wrong. I don’t do wrong things. I’m a good girl who follows the rules.” She rambles almost as if she’s forgotten I’m here. “Plus, I have to write about how sexy you are, which would betooooootallyawkward if we kissed. However, your lips are lickable. I would lick ’em.”
I grip the armrests to get up, and Kristin takes another step back. “Careful,” I warn as she gets close to the edge of the pool. “Comesit.”
“My husband . . . well, ex-husband-to-be”—she sighs while shaking her head—“says I’m not a great kisser anyway. Not that I ever did much right for him. I was really good in bed in college. I had a guy tell me I was the best layever.”
“Kristin,” I warn as she goes back further while rambling about things I’d like not to think about since I just got my cock undercontrol.
She rolls her eyes and throws her hands in the air. “How do you go from the best ever to nothing? It has to be him,right?”
“You’re going to fall in the pool.” I try for a more direct warning thistime.
“It must be because I’m totally a good—” Her eyes meet mine, and I watch her fall backward with asqueal.
Damn it. I rush over as she comes up forair.
“Shit, shit,shit!”
“Give me your hand.” I smile as shegrumbles.
“I’m all wet,” Kristinnotes.
“That’s what happens when you fall in.” I hold both hands out and she swims to the edge of the pool to grabthem.
“My clothes, too! I’m so gettingfired.”
