Page 21 of This Memory
Leaning back in his chair, he flashed a wicked grin.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“You were right. That magazine I was reading in the doctor’s office mentioned how much hornier women tend to get when they’re pregnant. Now that Roger boy is out of the picture, how will you handle that?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Roger boy?”
“Yeah, what was he, like eighteen?”
Folding my arms over my chest, I replied, “He was the same age as me, and a successful lawyer in Lake Placid, I’ll have you know.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
Leaning in, I rested my folded arms on the table, motioned for Gavin to come closer with my index finger. When his face was inches from mine, I whispered, “I have four vibrators. I’ll be just fine.”
His mouth fell open, and I shot him a smug smile.
“Jesus, Brystol, we’re sitting in the middle of a family restaurant!”
I laughed. “You’re the one who mentioned me being hornier during pregnancy.”
He quickly looked around and shrank down in his seat. “Keep your voice down,” he hissed.
“If you don’t want an honest answer, don’t ask the question.”
“It was an honest question from some innocent reading I’d done.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. “So, are you still dating Mindy?”
“It’s Cindy, and no, I broke it off a couple weeks ago.”
The waitress walked up with our orders. We’d both gotten the BLT. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Ketchup for the fries, please,” Gavin said, as he winked at her.
I watched as her cheeks turned a bright red. “O-of course, yes! I’ll get that right away.”
Watching as she scurried off, I asked Gavin, “Do you do that on purpose just to see their reactions?”
Confused, he asked, “Dowhat?”
“Please, don’t act all innocent. The whole winking and giving the waitress that smile of yours.”
Gavin laughed. “First, I didn’t even realize I winked at her, and second, what do you meanthat smile of mine?”
I took a bite of my sandwich and glared at him as I chewed. He knew precisely what smile I meant. The one he always used when he wanted to flirt with women. Gavin would never change—ever. He was going to be a helpless flirt until the day he died.
“Don’t play dumb, Gavin. It doesn’t suit you. You know what smile I’m talking about. The one that has probably gotten you laid more times than you can count.”
He sat back and wiped the corner of his mouth. “Your opinion of me is that low?”
I raised a brow. “Surely you’re not suggesting you’re a virgin.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. He was getting annoyed, and a part of me wanted to pick an argument with him. I wasn’t sure why. No, that was a lie. I was uneasy about this new friendship thing. I could keep an asshole version of Gavin out of my mind, but this nicer side of him…Nice Gavin would be harder to keep at bay.
“No, I’m not.”
Tilting my head, I smirked. “So how many has it been, Gavin? A hundred?”
