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“I’ve never heard of Grand Funk Railroad,” Jules said holding up a record. “Have you?”
“No, and I’m sure there’s a good reason why,” Evan said, grabbing it, looking it over for a second, before placing it on the shelf. The next record she handed to him had his eyes lighting up, which took her by surprise.
“My mom is a huge Elvis fan,” he explained, getting to his feet and quickly puttingThat’s The Way It Ison the turntable, inadvertently giving her a nice view of his ass. A few moments later, the opening song, “I Just Can’t Help Believin’” started playing, but apparently not loud enough for Evan, who turned it up a little. “She used to play this all the time.”
From in the kitchen, Malcom called out, “I love this record!”
“So does my mother!” Evan called back. “How old are you, again?”
There was a pause, and then, “Fuck you, I’m not as old as your mother!”
Jules pointed at Evan. “Neither am I, so you better keep that shit to yourself. Especially since I’ve just barely forgiven you for calling my honesty a red flag.”
With a grin—and a quick dodge out of her reach—Evan went back to sorting albums, and an hour later, when Malcom came to announce dinner, he found them surrounded by records scattered everywhere, so it resembled ground zero, after a tornado had touched down.
“Holy shit,” he murmured.
“We’re organizing your records,” Evan said.
“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”
“Yes. We’re currently in the ‘it looks worse before it gets better’ stage.”
“Yeah, well it definitely looks worse.”
“The correct response is ‘Thank you’,” Jules told Malcom.
“Oh, well … thank you, I guess. I’m sure in a month, when it’s done, it’ll be great.”
“It won’t take a month, and itwillbe great,” Evan promised.
“You’ll be able to come over here, and find whatever record you want to listen to, in less than thirty seconds,” Jules added. “Like Donna Summer. You’ll just have to flip down to the ‘S’ section, and there she’ll be. Or flip to the G’s for … Grand Funk Railroad.”
“I love that group,” Malcom said, starting to look excited at the prospect of being able to find whatever album he wanted to, whenever he wanted to. A second later, though, hisexpression turned suspicious. “What? Why do you look like you’re questioning your love for me right now?”
Jules snorted. “I’m questioning your love for Grand Funk Railroad.”
Malcom turned to Evan. “Are you questioning my love for Grand Funk Railroad, too?”
Motioning to the array of albums, Evan mused, “I’m questioning your love for a lot of things, actually.”
Chapter 43
All about the fuckery
“Dinner was delicious,” Evan said, leaning back in his chair, looking relaxed and content.
“Yes, it was,” Jules agreed. “My compliments to the chef.”
“Thank you,” Malcom said. “I’m glad you liked it, but steak is relatively easy to prepare. I mean it’s pretty much all in the rub.”
“The rub?” Evan asked.
“The seasonings you rub into the meat.”
It took a second for Malcom to realize he’d just lobbed a pretty decent innuendo, and when he did, the expression he always wore when he was trying to not appear awkward (but wasn’t quite able to pull it off) settled over his face, making Jules chuckle. Did she feel sorry for him? A little bit. But could she still be totally amused? Absolutely.
It was definitely one of those moments when she marveled that the man who could be surprisingly bashful was also the same man who had worked her G-spot over like a pro.
