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Guess not. Okay, cool.
Sylvia’s face falls.
Kip puts his hand on my back. “We’re just getting started.”
Her face lights up again.
Kip slides his hands down my back and squeezes my ass. “Isn’t that right, cupcake?”
I grit my teeth and smile. “Yes, darling.”
“Well, we should be on our way,” Kip says. His hand is still on my ass, and somehow I love it and hate it at the same time. He has my stomach all in knots, and I’m not sure if it’s from anger or lust or a bit of both.
“What do I owe you?” I ask.
“Oh, Kip already took care of it. Don’t you worry.”
“Did you?”
“Gotta take care of my girl,” he says, squeezing my ass again.
Ok. Mister. That’s quite enough of that.The fingernails are about to come out again.
“That’s right. That’s how we do it in these parts,” Paul smiles.
“We’re so happy you’ve found someone, Kip,” Sylvia says. “It’s been such a rough couple of years for you.”
I feel Kip stiffen, and he drops his hand from my ass.
“Thank you.” he says, a bit too gruff. Sylvia doesn’t seem to notice.
“Nice meeting you, Ginger,” Sylvia calls as Kip leads me toward the door. “We’ll keep our fingers crossed.”
“Oh...um...thanks,” I say.
Kip leads me out the door, his arm around my shoulder. I don’t say a word until we’re both in the car, and then I turn to him and say, “You’re such an unbelievable butthead.”
He smirks. There’s a twinkle in his eye. “Worth it.”
Chapter Eight
Kip
Ginger doesn’t speak to me the whole ride home after calling me a butthead. Who over the age of twelve calls anyone abutthead? Anyway, she doesn’t speak to me while we eat dinner. She doesn’t speak to me after dinner either.
I just yell a goodnight to her as she storms down the hallway.
She’s still not speaking to me the next morning as I pour my coffee.
I notice she winces as she reaches over her head to grab a coffee mug from the cabinet. She’s moving slowly this morning.
“Feeling it today, huh?” I reach over her and grab the mug.
“Here,” I say, holding it out. She takes it without a word.
“Never speaking to me again?”
She just scrunches up her face as she pours her coffee.
