Page 66 of Panty Dropper

Damn. This is going to be a long day, I thought to myself as I made my way to the driver’s seat.

I hadn’t even shut the driver’s side door before Reagan asked, “So, why did you get banned from the boarding house?”

Shit.I was trying to do everything in my power to make her forget my nickname and how I’d earned it.

I didn’t want to lie to her, but I also didn’t want to come right out with the truth. “Would ya believe it was because I TP’d it in high school?”

She smiled. “Would I believe that you TP’d Mrs. B’s in high school? Yes. Would I believe that’s why you’re persona non grata? No. I’m thinking it has more to do with that silver tongue she mentioned.”

“You would know,” I gave her a wink as I started the engine.

“You are shameless,” she said, a grin sneaking up on her lips.

“And proud of it.”

She took a shaky breath and slapped her hands down against her thighs and changed the subject. “So, where are we headed?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Where you want to go first.”

“I don’t know what you have planned out, so how can I choose where we go first?”

“Damn, woman! You didn’t let me finish.”

She laughed. “Okay. Sorry. I’m just…eager.”

My dick hardened, pressing against the fly of my jeans at the sound of her voice saying that she was eager. My brain knew she didn’t mean sexually. That didn’t mean my dick did.

“So, here’s the deal, darlin’. I’ve lined up four places for us to go see today, but one of them is—in my opinion—the standout. Do you want to go see that one first, or save it for last?”

She bit her bottom lip as she considered her options. Seeing her teeth sink into her soft flesh instantly turned my half chub into a full chub.

“Hmmm…let’s see. Let’s go with your number one pick first. Because if the place stinks, I’ll get to spend the rest of the day giving you a hard time about your taste level, and that would be really fun for me.”

I laughed. “First, it is.”

I turned out of the parking lot of Mrs. B’s and out onto Main Street, then kept driving straight out of town. I was doing my best to get my body under control, hoping like hell that she wouldn’t glance down at my lap before I achieved that control and see who was trying to come out and play.

“This place is out there a little ways,” I cleared my throat. “You’d have to drive back and forth to town for work every day.”

“How far?”

“’Bout five, ten minutes max.”

She laughed and it sounded like wind chimes in a soft breeze. “That’s how long it took just to get out of the parking garage at my old law firm. I think I can handle a ten minute commute.” She paused for a moment and I could sense she wanted to say something, so I gave her time to gather her thoughts. “How are you doing? I mean, after yesterday?”

“I’m okay.”

Today I’d woken up lighter than I had since I got the call from Hank that Pop was gone. I wasn’t sure if it was because there’d been some closure yesterday, or if it was because I’d known I was going to see Reagan. Maybe a little of both.

“You snuck out last night without saying goodbye.” I hadn’t meant to bring it up, but it had bothered me. After Ray and I won the shuffleboard tournament, I’d searched for Reagan only to find out she’d left. “Even friends say goodbye.”

“Sorry. You were busy getting crowned. I didn’t want to bother you.”

She was lying. I could tell. “Right, and Mrs. B banned me for TPing the place.”

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