Tomorrow also happens to be a big day for me and Addison. We’re flying to Phoenix, to attend the christening of Finn and Lennon’s baby boy.
“Hey there,” I say to Addison, winding my hands around her waist and burying my nose in her hair. “You smell like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.”
Addison laughs and turns around, her hands running over my chest. “I was watching you on the ladder, installing the lights. You looked pretty sexy working a screw driver.”
“Oh yeah? How about I take you home and show you how I can work a—” I clear my throat and pull my grinding hips off Addison. “Hello, Louisa.”
Louisa smirks at me on her way to the cabinet, where she grabs a glass and fills it with water. “You know, Brady, I was just thinking about that terrible real estate lady who came to my door that day. If it wasn’t for you, who knows if this place would still be mine?”
That conversation turned out to be integral in more ways than one. It’s what convinced Addison I was worth a shot. Or at least a ride to town, anyway. “It was nothing, Louisa. We were just fortunate I overheard.”
Louisa nods, and as she passes us, she says, “Addison’s bed is still available for use upstairs. One might’ve thought you two had calmed down by now.” She laughs and leaves the kitchen.
“I prefer our bed at home,” I murmur, grazing Addison’s forehead with a kiss.
“My work here is done,” Addison says, standing on tip-toe to plant a light kiss on my lips. “Why don’t we go home?”
Our apartment is in one of the newly-constructed buildings in town. It’s close enough to the bakery that Addison can walk there when the weather is nice.
“Are we going home to pack?” I ask, running the tip of my nose across her cheek.
“Among other things,” she whispers.
***
I can’t help it.My eyes are drawn to the beautiful blonde across the airport bar. She lifts her glass of wine to her pink lips, taking a delicate sip. She looks around, her gaze landing on me.
I’m not one to flirt, but a woman like this requires it. Because if I don’t, someone else will.
I offer a shy smile, though shy I am not, and look away. It’s a ruse, meant to make her think I don’t do things like this often.
It works.
She leaves her seat, slinking over to me. She wears a white blouse tucked into a lavender skirt, long, shapely legs extending from beneath the short hem.
I lean back against my seat, motioning to the empty chair beside me. She slides in, and her perfume wafts over me. She looks at me, licks her lips, and the muscles in my stomach tighten.
“Brady,” I tell her, offering my hand to shake.
“Addison,” she responds, placing her soft palm in mine. She leans forward, her blouse falling open.
I unabashedly take the bait, glancing down into her shirt to see the swell of her breasts. I’ve never been envious of an article of clothing before, but here I am, wanting to switch places with her white lace bra.
I look back up at Addison and catch the quivering of her lips.
“You’re breaking character,” I softly admonish, rubbing my thumb against her chin.
Last night, as Addison looked at the packed bags I’d lined up next to the front door of our apartment, her eyes lit up with an idea.
“Let’s re-do the first time we met.” She grabbed my hand, eyes pleading. “Tomorrow, when we’re waiting for our flight. Let’s go to the bar and re-do it.”
I actually like the way we met, it’s a funny story. But Addison’s idea sounded fun, and also like I might gain entry into the mile-high club. So I agreed.
Addison clears her throat, trying to get back into her role. “So, Brady who I’ve never met and am not hopelessly in love with, why are you visiting Arizona?”
I take a sip of my beer, trying to control the urge to drop the act and push her into the family restroom I spotted across from our gate. “My best friends just had a baby, and I’m going for the christening. I’m his godfather.”
Addison feigns surprise. “So weird, I’m going to Arizona for a christening too.”
