Page 155 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

“Well. No.”

“So?”

“But I ran into Mari not far from here. What if she’s doing thedog momthing and walks by and sees us?”

“Then we better go hide,” I said with a grin.

Fiona grabbed my jaw. “You’re awfully flirty right now.”

“It’s interesting seeing this,” I said.

“Seeing what?” Fiona tilted her head with annoyance.

“You. Happy.”

Fiona took a step back. “Happy?”

“Yeah. This is you genuinely happy, Fi.”

“I’m always happy.”

“Not like this. There’s only one other time I’ve seen you this happy.”

“Oh yeah? When?”

I stepped toward her again. “When I make you come.”

Fiona rolled her eyes. “I’m sure.”

“I’m being serious. You like it here. This feels good to you.”

“You don’t have to worry about a thing I feel.” She quickly put a hand up. “Unless it’s in your bed.”

“Or my shower. Or on my couch.”

“Yes, Riff. Exactly. You big, strong, sexual machine.”

I laughed.

I looked around.

Then I turned and froze.

I pointed.

Fiona hurried to grab my hand and make me point somewhere else.

“Wait a second,” I said. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Riff.”

I walked to the opposite wall.

There hanging on it, under a light to make sure the world could see, was a certain painting by a certain person.

Hint: the painting was done by Fiona.

With my help…

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