Page 63 of Out to Get Her
“Good thing I planned ahead and stocked up before the stores closed. I think I bought every weird flavor potato chip. I don’t stress eat so much as stress shop.”
“Then we make a perfect team.” Erin flinched in horror as she realized what she’d just said. “I didn’t mean—”
Samantha held up a hand and took a step closer. “It’s fine.” That thin, crooked smile made another appearance. “And I happen to agree.”
Erin reached out and took Sam’s hand, then pulled her even closer until their bodies touched. She slipped her free hand around Sam’s waist and held her tight against her, with the heat kicking up between them.
When their lips met, Erin forgot all about storms and junk food and dead guys. She could only think about the breathtaking woman whose mouth was against hers. Whose tongue brushed against her lips. Who Erin felt quite sure she could kiss for the rest of the storm, maybe even the rest of her life, and never grow bored or restless. After a lifetime of restless, she never imagined kissing acopof all people could cure her of that feeling.
“McFlyyyyyyy!!!!”
Marty was the worst doorbell ever.
Announcing Zach’s return, she assumed.
“Dang it, Marty.”
Samantha laughed and touched her forehead to Erin’s. “Is he going to do that all night?”
“Jeez, I hope not.” Erin kissed her again, greedy for more kisses. Greedy for more of all of this woman. “If he does, I’m letting Dexter have him.”
ChapterTwenty-One
Samantha handedErin two grocery bags filled with chips, granola bars, Pop-Tarts, and all the fruits and vegetables from her fridge. That last part only amounted to the last two satsumas from her tree, three green bananas, four cucumbers, a bell pepper, and one Jazz apple they’d have to fight her to the death for. She loved those things. Which was why there was only one left when she’d stocked up just two days ago.
As she dug in the trunk for the last of the bags, Zach pulled in beside her and walked over with a couple bags of his own.
“Bacon and eggs are here,” he said. “Plus some pork fingers that’ll work on the pit.”
“Great.” Samantha held up the remaining bag of toilet paper and paper towels. “Just in case.”
Erin shook her head and smiled at them. “What would I do without you two?”
That smile made Samantha prouder than any A on a test paper ever had. She knew Erin well enough to know she probably didn’t prep for this storm, and Samantha was glad she could help. Or at least earn Erin’s hospitality during this brief stay.
“Apparently you’d have been wiping your butt with birdcage paper.” Zach froze a few steps later. “How are you on birdseed?”
“Good, I think?” Erin cringed. “I have no idea how much that thing eats, but based on the last couple days, I think there’s enough for a week or so. I hope.”
Zach continued across the gravel and up the steps to the house. “Should be fine. I stocked up not long before you got back.”
“Again, thanks,” Erin said. “Both of you. You’re lifesavers.”
“I just brought beer and bacon.”
“You’re right,” said Erin. “Sam and her toilet paper are the real heroes here.”
Samantha puffed with pride. She’d rolled up to save the day enough times and been the beneficiary of enough thank-you-cakes that being a toilet paper hero shouldn’t feel quite this satisfying. And yet, she’d never felt so useful in her entire life.
They placed the bags on the kitchen counter and began emptying their contents. All except the toilet paper and paper towels, which Erin insisted should stay in the bag and be for emergency use only. She said it was only fair that Samantha should take those back home with her if they weren’t needed by the time this was all over and done with.
“Sweet.” Zach grabbed the box of Velveeta and a can of Ro-tel. He put them beside the microwave, then pulled a large glass bowl from a nearby cabinet. “Cheese dip time!”
Samantha normally didn’t keep the stuff around. No point making a big batch of dip for a party of one. But she’d bought the ingredients, figuring it would be a hit with these two.
Erin put a hand on her stomach. “I haven’t had that in years. Yes! Heat that up!”
Zach aimed a large spoon at her. “Don’t get bossy.” He changed the direction of the spoon to point down the hall. “Now get out of this kitchen and let me work.”
