"That makes my score two hundred and nine, right?" he asked.
"That's right," she mumbled. She placed the pen on top of the pad and reached behind her.
Clay's brow crinkled as he watched her, obviously wondering what she was doing.
She pulled one of her arms inside her shirt, pushed it back through the sleeve, reached up the opposite sleeve, and pulled her bra out of her shirt.
"What in the hell is that?" he asked, staring at the lacy lavender garment.
"It's a bra," she answered, dropping it on top of her pants.
"How in the hell did you do that?"
"You have a mother and sister. You've never seen either of them do this before?" she asked.
"No!"
Dylan had to laugh. "It's a trick just about every woman knows."
"Do you do that often?" he asked.
"Only every time I walk in the door of my house."
He clasped his chest and collapsed back against the couch. "Every time? Is this another every woman thing that I don't know?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. It's me, though."
"So, when you're at home, you don't wear a bra?"
"Now, you're getting really personal," she said, aiming and failing to maintain a stern tone.
"This is interesting," he said. "I need to know more."
Dylan rolled her eyes. "Only because it's regarding my boobs."
"Of course. They seem very nice."
"Nice?"
"Uh, nice and pretty?"
Dylan shook her head. She was going to remember this.
"This is kind of a letdown," he said, glancing at the bra on the chair.
"Focus on the game," Dylan said, pulling her shoulders back.
Clay's gaze moved from the bra to her breasts, which made her want to laugh again. If she kept him distracted enough, she could win.
"Focus, Clay," she repeated.
"Huh?"
This time she did laugh as she drew the tiles she forgot to grab earlier. Dylan examined her options. She wasn't going to hit three hundred on this turn, but she could get close to fifty points.
Dylan rose up on her knees to reach across the board and play her tiles. She heard Clay make a rough noise in his throat as she leaned over.
She looked up and found him staring down at the neckline of her shirt.
