Page 74 of Fluke
“Hurry.”
Grinning, I run a hand up his leg. “You have to kickstart this fake—”
“Real.”
“—relationship by burying your face between my legs.”
The heat in his eyes nearly burns me. “Lie back and spread ’em.”
So I do.
16
PIPPA
“You look glowy today.” Shelly leans against the doorway to my office with a vase of bright pink roses in her hand. “Have a good weekend?”
If I wanted to pretend I wasn’t on cloud nine, I couldn’t.
“Something like that,” I say, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “How was your weekend?”
“Considerably worse than yours, it seems.” She walks in and sets the vase on my desk. “I saw these in the reception area when I walked by, so I grabbed them for you.”
Damn you, Jess.
“Do you have a new guy in your life, or are these from the ex-husband?” she asks.
“The ex-husband.” I take the envelope out of the blooms. “We had an interesting weekend.”
“If you get flowers and a glow like that—tell me where I can get that kind of an interesting weekend. In my world, interesting weekends are when you have a funny smell in the refrigerator and aren’t quite sure where it’s coming from.”
I laugh and open the card.
Pippa,
I hope you have an amazing day.
You’re beautiful.
I’m thinking about you.
I can’t wait to see you tonight.
Jess
This man.
My heart sings. I could twirl around my office like a character on a silly musical—holding out my arms so little animals can hop on them and harmonize with me on a catchy melody.
“Did things change between you when you asked him to go on the retreat?” she asks.
“Something like that.”
“Well, I’m jealous. I haven’t had a man in my life for months now.” She sighs. “I wonder sometimes if you can go too long without a man. Like, is this the start of turning into an old maid? At what point do I start yelling at people to stay off my lawn?”
I laugh. “I think you have a while to go before you’re swatting a broom at the neighborhood kids.”
“I don’t know. I’ve been eyeing kittens at the shelter.”
