Page 93 of Best Frenemies

“Sounds like the first rational thing you’ve said all morning.”

I can hear his responding chuckles down the hall as he heads out of the bathroom and into the main area of his apartment.

I spend the next ten minutes putting the finishing touches on my hair and applying some blush, eye shadow, and mascara. By the time I meet him in the kitchen, he’s at the stove, moving slices of freshly cooked bacon onto a plate.

Normally, I’d be all in for some bacon, but when the smell hits my nostrils, it’s entirely grosser than I’m expecting. It’s potent and intense, and instantly, my stomach gives its best impression of Lurch from the Addams Family.

“A little bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich sound good to you?” Mack asks, but I’m already covering my mouth and nose with my hand and shaking my head.

“That bacon smells so bad. I think something is wrong with it.”

“What?” His eyes go wide in outrage. “Are you kidding me? It smells fucking fantastic. And I just bought it two days ago.”

“I don’t know, Mack. It’s literally making me want to puke.”

“I take it you don’t want the sandwich, then?” he questions, and I laugh.

“Definitely not.” I head over to the pantry, and when I spot a box of granola bars, I snag one from it without a second thought. “I’ll eat this instead.”

“You sure you don’t want me to make you something else?”

“No thank you.” While pinching my nose, I close the distance between us and place a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at school, okay?”

“What? You’re leaving without me?”

“Uh, yeah.” I walk around the island and grab my bags. “You know the routine. We can’t show up together.”

Of course, I only make it halfway to the door before Mack jogs up behind me and spins me around to face him. This is pretty much the drill every morning too.

“Just one more kiss before you go,” he says and presses his mouth to mine. The kiss lingers a little longer than it probably should, and when he finally pulls away, I can see remnants of my lipstick on his lips again. “Have a good day at school today, honey,” he adds with a sexy little smirk. “I can’t wait until tonight.”

“What’s tonight exactly?”

“You’re going to stay at my place again.”

I snort. “I’ve been here the past three nights, Mack. I have to stay at my place.”

“Okay, fine.” He shrugs. “Then, I’ll stay at your place.”

“I’ll think about it.” I press one final kiss to his lips and make a point to wipe the lipstick off his mouth. “Goodbye, Mack.”

“Bye, Katy.” He waggles his brows, and as I turn around to head for the door, he gives my butt a gentle slap.

I swear, that man, he’s so much trouble.

Thing is, I’m beginning to think I’m made for trouble.

The auditorium is filling up by the second, and I’m basically running around like a lunatic trying to get all my ducks in a row for the Career Day presentations.

I’ve been here ever since I dropped my kids off at lunch around 11:30, and I still don’t feel like I have it all together. But since it’s now nearing 12:30, and soon, the event is supposed to start, I kick it into high gear.

Two of our speakers are already here, but I’ve yet to speak with either of them about what they’re going to say and what types of questions we’ll be taking from our students.

This has to be the least prepared you’ve ever been.

With students beginning to file into the auditorium in class-sized groups, I’m obviously going to have to save the berating myself for later. I hurriedly head over to where all three speakers stand.

This should be a total fangirl moment for me right now as I prepare myself to meet my favorite author Brooke Baker, but I’m too busy internally freaking out over my lack of organization to even give in to the urge to talk about her books and how much I love them.

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