“What?” she asked.
“You’re never going to guess what just happened.” I filled her in on my entire night, including details about Austin “Booker” Carver.
“He just showed up and then gave you a mind-blowing kiss?”
I nodded and realized she couldn’t see me. “Yes. Two,” I said... well, whispered with breathy desire is probably a better description. “Maybe three.”
“And he’s like a biker dude?”
“Yes.” God,again, breathy desire. I was losing it.
“Oh, honey, you’re screwed.”
“Crap? Am I?” I asked.
“Why did he want Steve’s name?”
“No clue, Kimmie. But he seemed pissed. Which is weird because he doesn’t know Steve... or me.”
Kim hummed, but didn’t say anything further.
“What?” I demanded.
“I think you’ve got a man who has decided to claim you.”
“What?” I asked. “What does that mean?”
“I think you should have Elliot check this guy out.”
“Kim! Stop speaking in riddles.” I shoved my wine glass in the dishwasher and slammed the door a little harder than I should have. “You know I’m not good at this kind of stuff.”
“Just have your brother do a background check on him, Dani. Then go from there.”
“Why do I need to get Elliot involved in this?”
“Will you just listen to your best friend and know that she is looking out for you?” Kim asked. “You’ve only ever been with one guy and he kind of ripped you off, so you’re both naïve and gun-shy in the face of hot guys.”
“I’m not a child, Kim,” I pointed out.
“I’m not saying you are, Dani. But you’re sweet and you see the good in everyone. You even give Steve somewhat of the benefit of the doubt most of the time.”
“I do not.”
“You do too,” she argued. “It’s your only vice.”
I snorted. “Suck it, Kimmie.”
“Oooh, if only I could.”
“You and your oral sex fixation.”
“Hey, I enjoy fellatio,” she said.
I groaned. “Kim—”
“Well, you seem to object to me saying I love giving head—”
“Oh, gross. Kimmie, please!”
