She looks behind her at the other side of the fence that she doesn’t share with anyone. “No, I think it was you two.”
I look over at Bruno and try to hide my smile. “Have you seen Sutton lately?”
“Uh yeah, why?”
“Just wondered if you got invited to the Thanksgiving thing,” I grunt.
“Yeah, that isn’t for a whole month? She did. Then she told me to get a dog.”
“Why?”
“Said it might be good for me. I don’t know. The bird that lives at the groomer was barking and screaming about jizz and Jameson.” She freezes, and tries to backtrack. “That is not at all what it sounds like. He wasn’t talking about that at the same time. Oh my God forget everything I just said.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Bailey talk so much or so quickly. Which is why I can’t hold back my burst of laughter. I can’t remember the last time I laughed. Fully laughed, but hearing her be nervous and stumble over her words is what does it.
“Shut up,” she mumbles, tucking her head, though I can see how red her cheeks become.
“If you want a dog, Bruno is available.” I nod toward the German Shepherd still sniffing around my yard.
“Something tells me he’s spoken for already.” She smirks.
“You could also go to the shelter. I could go with you if you wanted,” I offer without thinking much of it.
“Why?” She furrowsher brows.
“I know some of the dogs there. I could introduce you.”
She scrunches her face. “Maybe.”
“What’re you doing tonight?” I ask, diverting the conversation.
Bailey smirks, leaning back with a grip on the top of the fence. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would, actually.” I stand up straight and face her.
She hums. “I don’t think I should tell you.”
I step closer. “Why not?”
“It’s none of your business.”
I hum, getting even closer. “If you don’t want to tell me, I’m sure I could get it out of you somehow.”
I watch her throat bob with a swallow. “No you can’t.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
Even though she’s telling me one thing, the way her lips are quirked and her breathing speeds up she knows exactly what she’s doing. We both do.
“You know,” I start, “I’ve been thinking about how you haven’t been properly fucked by me.”
“That so?” she challenges.
“It is. The first night wasn’t enough, we both knowit. Every time since has been…frenzied. I haven’t had the chance to really do what I want.”
“Really? Fucking me while driving your car wasn’t enough?”
I’m up against the fence, leaning down so our faces are only a couple of inches apart. Our chests would be touching if it weren’t for the wood in the way. “Not even close.”
