“Me?”I pressed the tips of my fingers to my chest.“Not an ounce of drama in this body.”
Noelle rolled her eyes.“Are you kidding me?Even without your attitude, this body is full-on drama.”She appraised me.“Especially today.You look like a 1950s pin-up girl only a whole helluva lot sexier.Friggity-frack, Harley,” she breathed.“Look at your waist and your butt!”
“Well, Noelle,” I answered drily.“That butt exists because of these chunky legs.”
Noelle’s brows lowered.“Don’t do that.”
“What?”I replied innocently, instantly regretting words bound to elicit a protest from Noelle’s soft heart.
“Don’t act smaller than you are.”
“Uh,” I laughed, “that would be difficult.”
She scowled.“You know what I mean.Don’t cut yourself down.You’re the sexiest woman I know.”
I scowled in disbelief.“I’ll accept your bullshit only on account of the cake you’re holding in your hands.Let’s go put it in the fridge and get you something unfun and non-alcoholic to drink.”
She snorted and followed me down the hall.We headed to the kitchen and the industrial sized refrigerators to preserve Andrea’s beautiful cake.
I opened the box.“She outdid herself.”
Noelle smiled.“She always does.”
“Look at that icing to cake ratio,” I exclaimed.“Sheer perfection!”
She reached for the lid.“Harley, don’t you dare!”
I laughed and ripped the lid clean off.“No one will even notice,” I complained, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and scraping a bit of icing from the bottom and shoving it in my mouth.I closed my eyes and sighed.“Mm, so good.”
Noelle snatched the box from me and tucked it safely into the fridge.“What’s going on with Daire?”
I spun around and the spoon flew out of my hand.I quickly retrieved it and tossed it into the sink.“What?”
“So, it’s like that,” she mused.
I shook my head.“It’s not like anything.”
“Max said he sensed some serious heat between the two of you at The Beaver Dam.”
I brushed her off.“The man is an incorrigible flirt, that’s all.”
She got a faraway look in her eyes then looked back at me.“Harley, I don’t think he is.If he’s showing an interest in you, I’m pretty sure he’s genuine.”
I sighed.“Noelle, I appreciate what you’re doing, but it’s not necessary.”
She squinted at me.“What exactly am I doing?”
“Trying to make me feel better after the Paul debacle.”
Her eyebrows flew up in surprise.“The thought didn’t even enter my mind.Harley, listen…” she petered off.
I waited expectantly.When she didn’t continue, I prodded her, “What?”
She shook her head.“If a man like that tells you he’s interested in you, you can believe it.I don’t think he’s the type to fart about.”
I grinned.“Fart about?You need to bring your lingo into this century.I think what you meant to say was ‘fuck around’.Say it with me,” I joked as we left the kitchen.“Fuck around.”
She rolled her eyes.“I’m going to cuddle up to your brother now that Dan and Lou have Hunter.”
