I take his hand and pat it in mock patience. “You see, girls and boys have different anatomy, Reno.”
His lips twitch at the corners. “You don’t say.”
“I thought I taught you a thing or two these past weeks, but maybe you weren’t paying good enough attention.”
He loops an arm around my waist and hauls me close, whispering in my ear. “Juliette, I know your anatomy better than my own balls at this point.” A shiver runs through me, and he squeezes my hip. “I’m going to need a more thorough explanation of the peeing situation though.”
The hostess returns and seats us at a booth in the corner. The tabletop is a sunny yellow, and we both squeeze into the same side of the booth. Reno uses the tabletop device to order us both a mimosa.
“Okay,” I begin. “Guys can just whip out their equipment and let ’er rip, but girls have to squat. Depending on positioning and the fullness of the bladder, sometimes a little pee gets where it shouldn’t. That’s why I bring extra socks and shoes too.”
His lips press together, fighting a smile, and he nods. “Okay, I see your point.”
“And it’s not just the pee situation. I also bring extras because if I take a swim in the afternoon, I’m not putting on the same panties I had on that morning because… gross.”
“Reno?”
We look up to find a woman standing beside our table, her brunette hair cut into a classy, asymmetrical bob. It’s before seven in the morning, but she has on a full face of what looks like professionally done makeup.
“Leia?” Reno asks, his body stiffening.
Oh shit. Leia? As in his former fiancée, Leia?
Her mouth morphs into a smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial. “What are you doing here, darling?”
His lips tighten at the pet name. “I’ve been staying on the island the pastthree weeks.”
Her smile falters a little. “At the Pineapple Island Resort?” I’m sure she’s trying to figure out what exactly he did there.
“Yep,” he replies curtly.
“Oh.” Her blue eyes flick to me and then back to her ex, her over-fluffed lips pursing into something resembling disapproval. “I thought you weren’t into sharing.”
She’s been here for all of thirty seconds, and I’m already done with her shit.
“Oh my goodness,” I drawl, inching so close to Reno, I might as well be in his lap. But I’m feeling a little possessive. “I would never sharemy manwith anyone.” I gaze lovingly up at him and see the hint of a pleased smirk on his lips. “I knew once I found someone as perfect as Reno, there’s no way I could let anyone else touch him. I’m Juliette, by the way. And you are?”
I hold out my hand and Leia hesitates before giving it a limp, one-pump shake.
“Leia,” she replies shortly. “I’m sure you’ve heard about me.”
Oh no this heifer didn’t.
Tapping my chin with my forefinger, I tilt my head and pretend to think about it. “No, I don’t believe Reno’s mentioned you. Are you a cousin or something?”
Leia appears to have sucked on a rotten persimmon, her gorgeous face revealing her insult at the thought of Reno not going on and on about her.
“No, we were engaged,” she informs me with a curl of her lip.
I grace her with my sweetest smile and deliver the quintessential southern barb wrapped in sugar. “Awww. Well, bless your heart for letting this one get away.” Translation:You’re not very smart, are you?
As I curl my arms around Reno’s bicep and squeeze, he covers his snicker with a cough before piping up with, “So where’s Jeffrey?”
Leia’s blue eyes dart to the wall beside Reno, her discomfort obvious. “We’re, uh, not together anymore,” she mumbles before inching her chin haughtily. “Apparently, I’m high-maintenance.”
“Shocking,” Reno says flatly. “So sorry about that.”
His sarcasm seems to go right over her perfectly coiffed head because she flashes that toothpaste commercial smile again and touches his arm. I resist the urge to smack it away. Barely.
