“Are you going to answer the door?” I asked.
“Yep.” She kicked off her pants and tossed them carelessly to the floor, leaving herself in only my sweatshirt and nothing else.
I eyed her beautiful legs, my gaze stopping on the scar on her left knee.
“What do I get if I do?”
She batted her beautiful lashes at me before saying, “I’ll cook my world-famous biscuits and gravy.”
My stomach chose that moment to rumble.
“Deal,” I said as I pulled the shirt off.
She cleared her throat and allowed her gaze to travel down the length of my chest.
“Any and all chance you had at fixing your relationship with her will be null and void if you let me do this.”
“She wasn’t anyone I ever wanted to keep,” I said as I backed toward the bedroom. “We never even slept together.”
Her brows lifted. “No?”
“Nope.” I laughed. “I told you she came over with one of my club buddies and left everything in hopes that she could ‘come get it.’ She’s not mine.”
I flipped him off.
“Not saying she wouldn’t jump me if given half a chance, though,” I teased as I threw my shirt over my shoulder.
Her eyes trailed down the length of my body. “All right, hubby. Get into position.”
My lips quirked at her words, and I went into the bedroom to grab a pair of socks.
I had just slipped them onto my feet and my feet into a pair of slippers when I heard, “What. The. Fuck?”
I came out of the bedroom pulling my shirt back on.
There was utter silence in the room following my entrance.
“What are you doing here, Audrey?” I asked when my head popped free of the fabric.
“I was, uh, coming to get my things. From when I left them here last week?”
The way she said it made it known that she’d left them behind, but in a way that was definitely sexual. Not in the platonic way she’d actually left them.
Though, I didn’t doubt that it was fully intentional on her part.
She knew what she was doing leaving that shit behind. Hell, I had no clue why she’d brought it all in, anyway.
“They’re boxed up and waiting on you,” I said. “Though, I let Eddy use your shower soap. I hope you don’t mind. We usually stay at her place.”
Audrey inhaled swiftly.
“You bitch,” Audrey whispered.
“I’ll go get the box,” Eddy said. “I need to put some panties on, anyway.”
When she disappeared into the kitchen to grab the sweats that she’d dropped earlier, I watched her go.
Only when she’d disappeared into the laundry room to ‘get dressed’ did Audrey draw my attention once again. “She’s an awful person, Weaver. You could do way better.”
