Awholelot of steam.
But it had been me that pushed it.
If I’d kept my mouth shut, that whole convo would have beenshut down by Mo at the get-go and the whole cheating scenario might not havebeen outed.
Something not a lot of men took a great deal of pride in(women either).
Rhonda wandered off after telling us to have a good day andthanking us for shopping at King Soopers and Mo stopped in front of me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking up at him.
“Why?”he asked.
“I lost it with Tammy,” I reminded him.
“You did that,” he agreed.
“I should have just kept my mouth shut.”
“I don’t know.Beenaskin’ aroundabout you.Heard your premiere in Denver washavin’ awet T-shirt catfight with your sister on the floor of Fortnum’s.Waskindahopin’ for an encore,though minus the sister, which would suck, but my guess is, you’d have wonagainst Tammy, which would have been awesome.”
He’d asked around about me?
And was he…
Wait.
Was heteasing me?
“It didn’t start as a wet T-shirt fight with Jet.It justended as one after Mom threw a pitcher of water on us.”
His silver eyes danced and his lips tipped slightly up.
Okay, that urge to orgasm was coming back.
“I was young then.I’m an adult now,” I babbled.
“Totally can tell.You just adulted all over the ethnic foodaisle at King Soopers.”
I sure did that.
“It would take a lot to make me get in a catfight now thatI’m all mature and, uh…everything,” I told him.
“Lottie, you were two seconds from taking her down by herhair in a real-life GLOW move.”
I totally was.
“Fortunately, Rhonda appeared,” I remarked.
“Depends on how you look at it,” he muttered.
He was.
He was teasing me.
He might actually be flirting with me.
Damn.
