Page 69 of Girls Will Be Girls
The silence stretches, and we still don’t take our eyes off each other. We’re in some unspoken staring contest. I’m starting to feel restless. My knee is bobbing under the water of its own accord. My fingers twist in my necklace with my hands needing something to do that isn’t grabbing him to come sit under me.
“I saw Casey on my way back.” He finally says, eyes still very much on me.
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“She asked me how the wife was doing.” His grin widens.
“Ah,”I whisper with a laugh. “So I told Casey,” I announce.
“You don’t say.” He sits up and leans back in his chair. His leg moves to rest across his knee, his arms slung behind his head. “She seemed to have some opinions on how we should handle things.”
I cover my heating face with my hands. “Oh god,” I say, all muffled.
He laughs, clearly basking in me feeling embarrassed.
“It’s not funny.” I lower my hands.
“It is.” He grins.
We stare at each other again.
“Heard you made pottery.”
“We did.” I smile. “Heads up, if Casey shows you her vase, make sure you say it looks like a vase.”
“She may have already shown me, and I may have already complimented her on her fruit bowl.” He winces.
“Oh dear.”
“Oh yeah.” He grins. “What did you make?”
“Just a little trinket bowl.”
“Can I see it?”
I laugh nervously. “No.”
“Why not?” He grins.
“‘Cause you can’t.”
“Is it that bad?”
“I’m all wet right now,” I argue.
He smirks. “Will you show me tomorrow?”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe.”
He grins victoriously.
I continue playing with my necklace again, and I spot when Lou’s eyes drop to watch for a split second before jumping back up to me.
I try to distract myself from the way he’s looking at me. “Did you hear that there may be a local Village Bay betting pool about us?” I ask.
Lou laughs. “A what?”
“Casey didn’t exactly confirm it, but I’m pretty sure they’re all betting to see how long it takes us to…” I clear my throat. “You know.”
