Just… wow.
That was so hot.
His face lit up. The features softening. Making all that sexiness mush into one big vat of gorgeousness that I didn’t want to sit on. Nope.
“Does Currau know you’re here?”
That lifted brow tanked. “You know my great-uncle?”
Ooooooooooooof.
The sexy face had me drooling, but that gravel in his voice?
Mmm.
Maybe Currau was right about Sicilians?—
“Miss?”
“Did you upgrade our tickets?”
He peered around me. “I think I should call for a member of staff?—”
“I work at the hospital he’s in,” I squeaked, aware that I’d fucked this conversation up while also being inexplicably aroused with zero stimulation. For me, that bordered on a miracle.
Raisin said I was demisexual because revving my engine took a lot. I just thought I had high standards.
Consider my engine well and truly revved, sis.
He blinked.
Wait, had I said that out loud?!
“You think I tell my great-uncle when I’m traveling?”
“No. I guess…” What the hell had I been thinking, coming and talking to him? “Um… I like him. But… don’t worry. I’m not thinking about doing an Anna Nicole Smith. You know? He’s cool.”
The scowl faded some, replaced by bewilderment as he scraped a hand through hair that seemed damp. From a shower, maybe?Mmmm, wet.“He talks to you?”
“Yeah. He told me to shut up one day and nowhewon’t—”Tell me to be quiet. Please, God. SOMEONE GLUE MY LIPS TOGETHER. Where was Currau when I needed him?“—and so we share his chocolate pudding and?—”
“Is that a euphemism?”
“No! God, no! I… We’re friends.”
Stan rocked back in his seat, his arms spreading wide in a boss move that was somehow hotter than his earlier stance.
I should not be thinking about perching on his knee.
No.
Do.
Not.
Think.
That.
