Page 41 of Squatch Out!
“Yeah. Okay.” Then I hang up before he has a chance to bitch at me about his truck again.
After tossing the phone aside, I curl myself around Olivia once more and groan softly into her ear, “We gotta get up and showered. Owen is on his way.”
She whines softly as she cuddles against my chest. Jesus, it’s the most adorable thing, the way she burrows into me. Having her like this, all soft and sleepy, makes me want to do things to her that will keep us in my bed for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of the week. Except Owen will be here in about thirty minutes.
“C’mon, baby.” I disentangle myself from her so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
She pulls her legs up, rolling into a tight ball, which exposes the delicious curve of her ass, and I can’t help myself. I smack the flat of my hand against her soft, fleshy cheek. Not hard, but enough that it makes a loudsmack.
“Hey!” she shouts, bolting upright and glaring at me. “What was that for?”
After pushing myself to my feet, I reach across the bed for Olivia. “We gotta shower and grab some food before Owen gets here.”
She blinks sleepily as she lets me help her to her feet, then follows me into the attached bathroom. It’s nothing fancy. A glass shower, sink, and toilet.
I start warming up the water and then usher Olivia in first. As tempted as I am to shower with her, I know the moment I get her soapy body within reach, I won’t be able to keep my hands off her.
While she showers, I make us a quick lunch. By the time it’s ready, she’s finished. We switch, and I shower while she eats.
I’m just finishing my sandwich when Owen pushes my front door open and it falls off its hinges. “I thought you were going to fix this?” When he tries to close the door behind him, it refuses to stay shut.
“I am,” I say with my mouth full. I point to the new door and hardware that is still propped against the sofa. “Your clothes are somewhere in that pile too.”
Shaking his head, Owen gives up on the door and strides into the kitchen. “You’re going to end up with bear problems,” he grumbles as he starts opening and closing drawers. “Where do you keep your tools?”
I know he won’t rest until my door is fixed. I also know he’s right about the bears. I’m lucky one hasn’t found its way insideyet. After shoving the rest of my sandwich in my mouth, I get my tool bag that I keep in the back of the pantry. Together, we have the new door hung and the locks replaced in record time.
While we are working, Olivia cleans up the kitchen and starts a load of dishes in the washer. She’s wiping off the table when we finish.
“Are you ready to go?” I curl my arm around her waist and pull her into my side.
“Sure, where are we going?” Olivia asks.
“Port Angeles.” I barely get the words out when my girl’s eyes suddenly light up. “What’s that look for?” I laugh.
Her cheeks flush a bright pink, but she shakes her head. “I don’t have a look! What are you talking about?” But she’s failing miserably at trying to hide her smile.
“Spill it, what about Port Angeles has you all excited?” She bites down on her bottom lip and drops her eyes, like she's embarrassed, it’s adorable.
“Um, it’s on my list of places to check out while I’m up this way, that’s all.”
I have a feeling there is more than she’s telling me, and my curiosity has me pressing. “And why is that?”
“You can’t laugh.” She covers her face with her hands, so her words come out muffled.
“I promise,” but I’m probably lying.
She peeks at me through her fingers. “Twilight.” Owen and I both groan loudly, but she keeps talking, “I was actually planning to visit both Port Angeles and Forks before I had to head home, but then… well, everything kind of went sideways.”
“I can’t believe you’re a Twi-hard!” I whine, mostly teasing.
“Shut up! You said you wouldn’t laugh!”
“I’m not laughing. I think I’m dying on the inside, though.”
“Like you have room to judge, Squatch-boy!”
Owen’s head kicks back, and his deep laugh fills the room. “She has a point.”
