“And look who else has shiny lips,” he said, staring at her with an intensity that had her stomach aflutter.
She pursed her lips at him. “See? But mine don’t have any glitter.”
He grinned and stepped aside. “Please, come in, guys. After all, it’s not every day I get to see pretty ladies with shiny lips.” The door banged shut behind them, making Maggie jump. “You okay?” he asked as he set Frank down.
The puppy scampered after Emily, barking up a storm while Emily danced around him, twirling like a ballerina.
“Fine, thanks.”
“Hey, Emily,” Reggie said. “Play with Frank out back in the yard, would you? His ball is out there, and he likes to play keep-away.”
“Oh. I will!” She ran outside with Frank in tow.
Before Maggie could take another step, Reggie dragged her with him into the hallway out of sight.
“What—?”
He kissed her, and her body fogged with lust. When he let her go, he hugged her to him, and she knew she wasn’t the only one getting hot and bothered. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one with sex on the brain. “I can’t help it. I had to do it. Blame your shiny lips and those shorts.” He set her back and nudged her gently toward the kitchen.
“My shorts?”
“They show a lot of leg. Yum.” As he looked her over, he seemed pensive. “You okay? You’re beautiful, as always, but you seem a little…off. How about some coffee?”
Her stomach churned. “No thanks,” she said.
“Orange juice?”
More acid for her stomach? “Um, do you have any tea?”
“I might.” He rummaged and came up with a box of Earl Grey. “How about this?”
“Perfect.” She watched him fix her a cup. “My stomach is a little queasy from last night.”
“Oh?” He leaned on the counter, facing her. “Someone out partying?” He glanced at the little girl and dog racing for Frank’s fuzzy frog. “Too many Shirley Temples? Don’t tell me Emily drank you under the table?”
She chuckled. “I wouldn’t put it past her. No, she was in bed. I had just hung up with you when Benny came over.” She took the tea he offered and drank with appreciation. “Oh, that hits the spot.”
“Benny?” he asked, his voice a little flat.
“He’s one of my best friends. Doug’s husband. Trust me, if you’d met him, you’d know him. He’s six-six and scary-looking.”
“I might have seen him outside of your place. Tattoos? Long, brown hair?”
“Yep. That’s him.”
“So what did he want? Or do you guys usually hang out?”
“We do sometimes. But last night he needed advice on how to make things right.”
“Ah, man problems.” Reggie grinned. “So what did you tell him?”
“Why should I give you advice on how to fix a mistake? Are you planning on making some with me?” She heard herself sounding flirty but didn’t care.
“I am a planner. We both are.” He sighed. “Plus, I’m a guy. We typically screw up a good thing without meaning to.”
“Well, Benny got jealous and acted like he didn’t trust Doug, which he does. He’s just a little irrational sometimes.”
“How long have they been married?” Reggie moved them outside so they could sit and watch Emily play with Frank.
