She glares. “Are you just going to repeat everything I say or offer an apology?”
“An apology for—”
“Assuming things about me. About my intentions. Things I would never do.”
“Never?” I try to look stern, but my lips twitch in amusement.
She crosses her arms. “You make it sound like you’re the only one with restraint.”
“Restraint is my specialty.”
She scoffs. “It certainly seemed like your specialty when you couldn’t let go of my hip.”
“Her hip?” Faye’s question goes unanswered.
“I think you’re selective. It was you digging your nails into my flesh.” I glance down at the still visible red marks. “I’m sure if you placed your fingers right here, they’d match this pattern.”
“Because you had me smushed against you so hard I could feel your little wanker getting harder by the second. Pervert.”
“I think we both know my wanker isn't little. And, sweetheart, you're the one who walked into my room.”
“As a misunderstanding!”
“Walked straight into my naked body.”
“By accident!”
“And memorized every last part of me.”
Another scoff comes from her, and I like the sound. “I’m sure you’ve memorized yourself more than anyone, but I felt an unwaxed patch on your not-so-perfectly waxed chest.”
I give a sideways grin. “You liked that, huh?”
She rolls her eyes. “I like it as much as you accusing me of sneaking in to seduce you.”
“It happens more than you know.”
“I don’t know why any woman would want to sleep with you.”
Wait a minute.
I pause this fun banter.
Does she not know who I am?
“Are you here for Cupid’s Cooking Weekend?”
The dumbfounded look she gives me answers my question before her sharp no.
I glance at the sisters. “Is she signed up for the Cupid’s Cooking Weekend?”
I need double confirmation.
“No,” Faye answers. “And yet, it seems the universe decided it was time for your paths to cross.”
Wilma grabs Shay’s shoulders and pulls her into the hallway. “No need to end it on a bad note. This is clearly my sister’s misguidance, and she’s terribly sorry.”
“My fault?”
