Page 70 of Sugar Coated Lies
She gasps. “How could he?”
“I tried to cover for him on that one, but Dad watched the security cameras on the property and Easton was busted. He had to clean it all up alone.”
“I bet you helped him.” She smiles knowingly.
“It was a lot to clean up.”
She nudges my arm and finishes an entire pancake, delighting me in how much she eats.
I tell her about the time Easton streaked across the pecan farm naked during the day.
“My dad was pissed. I’d never seen him so mad.”
“How old was he?” she asks.
“Fifteen.”
She cracks up and covers her stuffed mouth with her hand. “Fifteen and he was streaking? That boy was wild.”
“He still is.” I laugh. “But he’s a good guy with so much potential.”
“He’ll get there,” she says, her tone reassuring. “He has you to teach him; how could he not?”
Damn, she knows me better than I realized. “Enough about me. Tell me about you.”
She pokes her remaining slice of French toast with her fork. “I already did.”
“I want to know more.” I nudge her arm.
“There’s not much more to tell,” she says to her plate, her cheeks pink.
That shyness around me needs to go. I’ve seen her naked, in the throes of passion, while she screamed my name. The best sound ever.
I ask about her life in Savannah, not to learn about Benedict like the last time, but to learn about her. I want to know her past and everything that made her the beautiful woman she is.
She talks a lot about Sadie, who sounds like a blast with the way she pegs everyone for serial killers. She’s been with Everleigh through everything. It’s obvious how much Everleigh loves her. For that, I respect and appreciate the woman, too.
We finish breakfast, and to my dismay, she helps me clean up the mess. Most of it we can throw away, the dishes I rinse and put in the dishwasher myself.
“What now?” I ask when we’re done.
She plays with a strand of her raven hair, her appearance less sallow and sad than yesterday. “I could use a shower.”
The thought of her naked and soapy has me growing hard. Down, boy. “Okay.” I could use a shower too, but I’m not doing anything unless she suggests it. “I’ll show you how it works.”
“How it works?” She follows me into the bedroom and the bathroom.
“It has a learning curve.” A massive black marble shower with multiple shower heads and a digital panel takes up one side of the bathroom.
She eyes the giant tub.
“Would you prefer a bath?”
Her lips tilt with a small grin. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” Everleigh in the bathtub is a visual I’ll have to jerk-off to when it’s my turn to shower. I could use the guest room’s bathroom instead of waiting. To distract myself, I get towels for her and start the water. I point out the bubble bath, which I’ve never used, and the shampoo and conditioner that Lucille sets out as if this is a hotel.
When I turn to leave, Everleigh says, “Do you want to join me?”
