Page 50 of Hide and Sneak
She grins at me with her eyebrows raised. “It isn’t small. I have a good concealer if you need some.”
“I might take you up on that.” I rarely wear makeup. I just can’t be bothered most of the time.
“Are you going to make me ask who it was?”
Before I can answer, Sutton comes out the door. Dressed in his usual jeans, t-shirt, and work boots, he walks over to us and pets Dusty. “Good morning.”
“Morning. Working on a Saturday?” Holly says.
“No, I’m having a septic tank installed at my place.” His eyes land on my neck and he doesn’t hide his self-satisfied smile. “See you later.”
Holly waits until he gets to his truck before giving me a look.
“It’s not what you think.”
“Really,” she chuckles. “Because I think you’re giving it to him.”
“I didn’tgive itto him…I threw it at him.”
She covers her smile with her hand. “Was it good?”
I look her in the eye, blowing a breath out through my lips and both of us crack up.
“I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I don’t. It’s just sex. And temporary. I had a rough day yesterday and…” I shrug. “I wanted to. But it’s nothing serious and I don’t want Amos to know.”
“I understand. Is everything okay?”
We chat for a few minutes while I fill her in on getting fired and how things are going with Planet Playland. Without power today, there’s not much I can get done. I could really use an afternoon with my friends. “Do you want to grab some coffee and maybe go thrifting this afternoon? I’ll see if the others want to go too.”
“Sure, sounds great.” As she heads back to her place, she calls over her shoulder. “I’ll bring you that concealer.”
Before I hop into the shower to get ready for the day, I send a text to Sutton.
Me
My neck looks nasty.
Sutton
Not sorry.
A moment later, he texts again.
Sutton
I’m going to do it again tonight. In more discreet spots.
A little devil emoji follows and damned if it doesn’t turn me on to think about what spots he has in mind.
“You made it a week. I’m impressed,” Maren teases, after I confess that I slept with Sutton again. We’re sitting around a table on the outdoor patio of our favorite local restaurant.
“Shut up. It’s not like he’s irresistible. I just wanted sex. He’s…convenient.”
“And sexy as hell,” Cara adds. “Don’t forget that.”
“He’s funny too,” Holly says. “Those are the ones that get you.”
