Page 22 of Accidental Husband
Which is silly. How can anyone hate the poor, neglected Angels? They got the short end of the stick when they became The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (what idiot thought it was a good idea to call a team The The Angels Angels?)
They're rarely competitive. Nowhere near as good as the boys in blue. Not that I'd ever admit that to her.
"See." She motions to the crumbled clothes in her royal blue suitcase. (She's like a parody of herself with her love of Dodgers blue). "I'm packed."
"That's packing?"
"It's almost done." She stifles a yawn. Takes another sip of her matcha. Sets her takeout cup on her dresser.
Her room is a mess, as usual. Notebooks and paperbacks cover the desk. Pens are everywhere. The floor is covered in clothes.
"What?" She folds her arms over her chest. "It's not too late for me to cancel."
"You have a closet."
"I'm aware."
"That's where most people keep their clothes."
"Is it really?"
"I know, it's shocking information."
She flips me off.
I smile as I return the gesture. It's been our thing since we learned the meaning of the middle finger.
Some things just stick. Like her love of music they played at middle school dances.
"You're going to fuck up my apartment, aren't you?" I kneel to sort through the pile next to the bed. T-shirts. Shorts. Cotton bikini panties. Red with lace trim. Sexy and innocent at once. Not what I expect from her.
"Oh my God, Griff." She kicks my hand just hard enough to saydrop it. "What is wrong with you?"
"Are these dirty?"
"No, but they could be."
"Then put them in the fucking suitcase."
"It's a three-day trip. How many pairs of panties do I need?"
"Depends."
"Does it?" she asks.
I nod. "Are you gonna listen to my dirty stories?"
She makes a show of rolling her eyes. "You're right. I better pack an entire suitcase of panties. Your tales of anonymous sex are just that hot. I have no access to erotica or porn or my own imagination. I can only get off on your words."
"Glad you realize it." I toss two pairs of panties into her suitcase.
"I packed underwear."
"Sexy underwear?"
"Why do I need sexy underwear?"
I stand. "I'm on your side here."
