Page 83 of Our Long Days
Somewhat convinced, the games resume. My cheeks ache with the forced smile.
A couple of hours later, my teeth furry and head fuzzy, someone helps me into a cherry red pickup.
“I’ve got her. Thanks, girls,” a deep voice filters through the woolgathering. A sexy voice.
“Dex, I love you,” Quinn says. Wait, is that Harry?
Oooh, this leather feels nice on my face.
“But I swear to all that’s mighty, if you break that sweet angel’s heart, I will bury you so deep, the world’s leading archaeologist won’t be able to excavate your remains.”
Who’s this sweet angel?
A throat clears. “Warning received.”
“Good. Now, make sure she washes her face and takes some aspirin before bed.”
The world tilts. My butt vibrates. Something runs over my chest. Then, cool air tickles my face.
I love my friends.
Ilovetequila.
I love the big hand resting on my knee.
I love my lumberjack.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
dexter
“Can we play Scrabble?”Florence sings.
I laugh. “Your spelling skills might be lacking on account of your blood alcohol level.”
“I’m not drunk,” she gasps, teetering backward.
I snatch her around the waist, hauling her to my side and guiding her into the cabin. “C’mon. Bed time. You’re gonna have one heck of a headache tomorrow.”
We veer left toward my bedroom, Florence babbling on about how good her carbonara was. She only takes a breath when I sit her on the edge of the tub in my en suite. Female products have slowly accumulated in my bathroom over the weeks. It’s like a bobby pin grenade went off in here. I search through the cabinet, looking for anything that indicates it removes makeup.
Something hits the back of my head.
Turning, I find Florence stripped down to her underwear. She attempts come-hither eyes but ends up looking a little possessed. She’s cute.
With a bottle of clear liquid and cotton pads in hand, I crouch in front of her.
“Hello, sailor.” She hiccups.
“You’re a shameless flirt.” I tilt her face. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Why?”
“Do you ever listen?”
