“Keep your panties on, Jax. I was on the phone to the contractors trying to get this damn place finished.”
“Any idea when that will be?”
“Hopefully two weeks, but more than likely three.”
“That’s not too long. Started planning the party yet?”
“Party?”
“Obviously. Where else am I supposed to meet hot, single men?”
“I hate to break it to you, Jax, but my whole world doesn’t revolve around trying to get your dick sucked,” Lachie teased with a smirk. I couldn’t help but cough. This was not how I was expecting to spend my afternoon. “And who’s this lovely lady?”
Lachie lifted my hand and kissed it dramatically.
“Claire, this is Lachie. Lachie, this is the lovely Claire. She’s the one I was telling you about.”
“Oooh.”
“And what exactly did you tell him,” I asked, finding my voice.
“All the good things,” Jax taunted with a wink.
“Listen. As much as I’d love to stand here and listen to you pair measure your dicks, I have a very hot husband at home, hopefully naked, that I need to get back to.”
“I’d like to see that,” Lachie replied, not missing a beat.
I might not know either Lachie or Jax well, but I had a feeling spending any amount of time with them would leave me in pain from laughing so hard.
“Where do I sign up to see that?” Jax added, refusing to be outdone.
“Boys! Focus.”
“Sorry, Elise,” Jax mumbled. He sounded like a kid who’d just had his fingers smacked.
“Jax. Why don’t you tell Claire why she’s here?”
Half an hour later, I floated out the door and down the front steps, Lachie’s arm wrapped around my waist. Thank God he was there. There was a very good chance if he let go, I’d collapse on the sidewalk.
Just down the street, exactly where I’d left him, Seth leaned against his car talking on his phone. He looked like sex on a stick, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The three girls strutting down the street in their short skirts and skimpy tank tops, tops showing way too much skin for this weather, giggled and flicked their hair as they passed him, desperately trying to catch his attention. Seth barely noticed. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, they were still hidden behind his frustratingly sexy aviators, I knew his steely gaze was firmly fixed on me.
“Is that your boyfriend or your bodyguard?” Lachie whispered in my ears.
“Both?” I giggled. It wasn’t untrue.
“Well, chicka, we’re going to have fun.”
“Can’t wait!” I exclaimed excitedly.
Lachie bent down and kissed my cheek before letting me skip towards Seth, not before giving me a go-get-him slap on my arse, which I’m guessing based on the scowl creeping over Seth’s face as he slipped his phone in his pocket and dragged off his glasses, he’d caught.
Leaping into Seth’s arms, I was grateful for his quick reflexes as he caught me effortlessly.
“Someone’s a happy girl.” He smiled up at me.
“Very happy. Feel like celebrating?” I asked, rubbing myself against him.
Behind us, someone was clearing their throat.
