“And what if I didn’twantto be left alone?” I mused.
Carter shrugged and smiled deviously. “Well in that case… I’m pretty sure you’d get accommodated.”
He was still hot, still sweaty. Still scrumptiously, amazingly shirtless. It was a simple thing to crawl forward, plant myself in his lap, and slide my arms over those big, boulder-like shoulders. I felt his whole body go rigid as my lips brushed his ear.
“Then maybe you should accommodate me,” I whispered huskily, before rising up and striding from the room.
~ 25 ~
HAYDEN
“And youwentwith them?” gasped Amy. “Just like that?”
I reached across the table and picked a tomato off her salad. Amy hated tomatoes. She wasn’t crazy about salad either, but it was Monday, and Monday was salad day. Always.
“Yes,” I answered her with a smile. “Just. Like. That.”
My friend’s pretty Irish eyes went wide as emerald dinner plates. The freckles on her cheeks danced a little, as she blinked in disbelief.
“All the way to Maine?”
“All the way to Maine.”
“Just you,” she reiterated. “And them.”
“Three of them, yes,” I said proudly, pausing for dramatic effect. “And trust me when I say this: each one hotter than the last.”
It usually took a few days of jumbling our schedules around, to score a lunch date with Amy. This time though, she’d accommodated me immediately. When I suggested coffee, she countered with meeting on lunch break instead. And she insisted on doing it right away, rather than later on in the week.
“So where did you stay?”
“In some cute little cabin they rent every year,” I told her. “They go by themselves, usually,” I added a wink. “But not this year.”
Amy’s face was flush. She blew back an errant lock of crimson hair and grinned.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
“Holy shit indeed,” I agreed.
“Did you have your own bedroom?”
I paused, pretending to think about it. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“But I didn’t sleep in it.”
“Hayden!”
She cried my name so loudly, other people in the restaurant shot looks our way. Amy endured them silently, her face getting progressively redder, until she was sure the coast was clear.
“You need to tell me everything!” she hissed. “And I mean everyth—”
“Oh, I will,” I said proudly. “But first, you’ll need to be careful.”
“Why?”
“Because once I give you the details, you’re going to eat that hand off.”
