Page 24 of Under Covers
“What about changing it?”
“Changing it?”
“Yeah, listen, I’m not sure if it’s possible, but you could always tag along with me for a week. Help me save raccoons from hysteric city folks’ garages. I know it’s not much, but—”
“You serious?”
Serious about making you laugh for a whole week? Smell your shampoo in my truck with every breath? Look into those blue eyes when they whisper my name riding my fat c—
“Of course I am.”
“God, that would be amazing.”
Amazing... indeed. Iwas screwed. Hopefully not literally
“Well, we have a work date then. Just let me know when and where you want me to get you, and it’s on. You and me...saving sewer rats and skunks.”
I grinned like a schoolboy. Her laugh was music to my ears. Music that caused a storm of happiness inside me. This woman still had a hold on me,even if I didn’t get to kiss that mouth again, to lay her head down on a soft pillow, to make slow sweet love,it would be fun hanging out with her.God, what was happening to me? Slow sweet love?
There was a brief silence when her laugh died down.
“Noah?” she asked in a soft voice, filled with appreciation.
“Yeah?”
“You’re a good guy. I’ll see you next week.”
My heart sank.Yeah. I’m the fucking best.
