Page 28 of One Last Time
And drink ten gallons of water to rid myself of thishangover.
“Are you going to register for the marathontoday?”
My head falls to the side and I give her a blank look. “I’m not running a marathon today. I’m not moving from this chair if I can avoidit.”
“Kris, it’s not today,” she complains. “It’s in a few weeks and you promised this would be our thing. That we’d run in Steph’shonor.”
“Can’t our thing be napping?” I think that’s a much better thing to have. “I’m sure Stephanie would’ve supportedthis.”
In fact, that’s my plan for today since I’m kid-less for the firsttime.
Heather rolls her eyes. “I promise not to call Nicole if that’ll help persuade you. Lord knows if she hears about you falling in the pool and sleeping on the lawn chair, she’s going to have ammo for ayear.”
She wouldn’t dare. “You better not tellher.”
“You better not bail onme.”
I shake my head, regretting it instantly. I need to get out of here before she convinces me to do some other random shit. “You were my favorite. Now, not somuch.”
She laughs. “I’ll live with theguilt.”
“I’ll remind you moreoften.”
“I look forward to it,” Heather replies as I get to myfeet.
I toss the damp towel on her as I pass by, and she laughs. “I hate you,” I say withsarcasm.
“I love you, too. Say goodbye toNoah!”
I internally groan as I enter the house. If there’s a God, he’ll let me get out of this house without running into Noah. My feet hit the ice-cold tile floor, and I remember just how unclothed I am. However, I’m not going back out for the damn romper. It’s Florida and bathing suits should be part of the acceptable dailywardrobe.
The coast is clear as I start to move toward the front door. I get to the handle and am about to turn it when my hopes of getting away undetectedvanish.
“Running away, are you?” Noah’s raspy voice stopsme.
Damn it. I clearly have noluck.
My head thumps against the door, and I close my eyes. “You caughtme.”
His low chuckle rumbles through the foyer. “I wanted to make ourdate.”
Umm. “Date?”
“You owe me,” Noah says as he descends thestairs.
My head drops a little to the left, and my hand finds my hip. “Oh, I owe younow?”
“I did fall head over heels for you . . . into apool.”
His lips turn into a cocky grin, and I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, youdid.”
“I think that at least buys me dinner.” Noah’s shoulders rise and fall, and he is standing so close that I have to tilt my headback.
I study his eyes, the way the shamrock color swirls with a seafoam color in the center. Noah moves a little closer, making me lean back so I’m pressed against the cool wood. I itch to touch him again, to remember the way his skin feels beneath my fingers, but Iwon’t.
“Well?” he asks, leaning in so there’s almost no space betweenus.
Dinner with him is a badidea.
