Tear?
What tear?
I quickly swipe at my eye. “There’s no tear.”
He chuckles. “Ahh, but it was fun for a second making you think you were crying over me.”
“Ugh, you’re irritating. You wish I was crying over you, then you could ride off on an airplane, chest puffed, knowing you have some girl back home pining after you. Well, I’ll have you know, Eli Hornsby, there is no pining here.”
“You sure know how to gut a guy.”
I smirk. “My specialty.”
“Okay, so you’re not going to miss me. You’re actually thrilled I’m leaving.”
“Thrilled and thriving when you’re gone, that’s my motto.”
He slowly nods while he looks away. “In that case, I guess I won’t bother calling you at night, you know, since you’re thrilled and thriving and all.”
“Good,” I say. “Wouldn’t want to have to sit through your snooze fest of a diatribe. Thank you for doing me a favor.”
Now he turns to me, and with a shake of his head and a glint in his eyes, he says, “You know, you’re a real smart-ass.”
I flutter my lashes at him. “Aren’t you positively ecstatic you get to have a baby with me?”
“Oh, yeah.” He stands from the bed and moves over to his suit that’s strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom. Without even thinking twice, he slips his sweatpants off, revealing his black boxer briefs, and reaches for his black pants.
“Wow,” I say, holding my hand up to my eyes. “What do you think you’re doing there, fella?”
“Uh, getting changed. I have to wear a suit, you know that.”
Eyes still covered, I say, “There’s a perfectly fine bathroom right over there.”
“Yes, and you’ve seen me completely naked. In fact, my dick has been inside you. Therefore, you seeing me in my boxer briefs is G-rated at this point.”
I hear the telltale sound of a zipper, so I lower my hand and glance over at him. He’s facing the wall, so I’m granted a view of his backside. His taut back muscles seem to tighten as they move closer to his ass, which, of course, is the perfect round shape from all those years skating up and down the ice. And his legs, which are thicker than the average man’s, are encased by his tight suit pants.
He slips his black dress shirt over his upper half and then turns toward me, and my tongue nearly falls out of my mouth from the sight in front of me. He’s hunched over ever so slightly to button up the shirt, causing his abs to ripple in the most delicious way possible.
When he looks up at me, I’m met with a devilish grin. “Getting a good show?”
Yes.
But he doesn’t need to know that.
I chuck a pillow at him and then fling myself back on the bed. “You wish. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Uh-huh, and that’s why you were covering your eyes a moment ago.”
“Because I’m a lady, and I’m sorry if I don’t want to be blinded by your man-thigh.”
“My legs aren’t that white.”
“Okay, sure, they’re notthatwhite, Hornsby.”
I hear him walk over to me, rounding the bed until he’s just above me, tucking his shirt in. “It’s Eli.”
I gulp.
