Page 15 of Plight
Chris looked between us both and nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face. Yeah, he’s definitely not her boyfriend.
“So, how do you two know each other?” I asked, my grin just as shit-eating as his.
“We’ve been dating for years, if you must know,” Danielle blurted.
Chris nearly spat his beer but had no time to recover when Danielle dropped Pugly into his lap. “Babe, can you dry Dudley’s paws while I thank Elliot and show him out? Thanks.”
Her fingers wrapped around my arm and she steered me toward the door just as Pugly licked Chris’ face followed by his beer bottle.
“Jesus, Pugly. Fuck!”
Danielle laughed dismissively and kept ushering me out. “Chris doesn’t mean to call Dudley that. He loves our fur baby just as much as I do.”
“I do not,” he murmured.
I bit back my laugh. The entire situation was hilarious. Danielle was hilarious.
Stopping at the door, she held out her hand. “I take it you have my phone?”
“I do.” I reached into my pocket, pulled it out and placed it in her hand, my fingers lingering long enough to lightly caress hers.
“Th … thank you,” she stuttered, raising her hand and phone to her chest. “I really do appreciate you bringing it to me.”
“It was my pleasure.”
We both reached for the door handle simultaneously, our faces brushing one another’s, our eyes locking. She sucked in a short, sharp breath, and I licked my lips.
“Oh no you don’t. Not again.”
The cold of the night air slapped my face as she shoved me through the open door and onto the front landing, and I had just enough time to right my feet and turn around to laugh at her and say goodbye before she closed the door.
Yep. He’s definitely not her boyfriend.
