“I didn’t touch his banana.”
“Oh my god, if you’re going to sleep with your boss—”
“I’m not.”
“—then you need to call it by its proper name.”
“I will not.”
“Cock,” McKenna said slowly.
“Oh my gosh.”
My phone rang, and we both jumped.
“Is it him?” McKenna shrieked.
I batted at her. “Oh my god, it is him.” I dropped the phone on the bench, and we stared at it while it rang.
“Answer it,” McKenna whispered.
I gulped and hit the green button.
“Hello?” My voice came out as a barely audible squeak.
“Lexi?” Grayson asked.
There was a pause, long and awkward.
“I wanted to apologize. I’m your boss, and I shouldn’t have—”
“Nothing happened,” I said, feeling woozy and breathless. “New pets make people emotional. Just think—if I’d shown up with a puppy, you’d probably have gotten me pregnant by now.”
McKenna clapped a hand to her forehead.
“Metaphorically speaking,” I added hastily.
“I don’t think you can metaphorically get pregnant.” Grayson’s voice was dry.
“You haven’t met my Aunt Kathy. She’s convinced she’s been pregnant for the past three years.”
“That sounds like a terrible medical condition.” I could hear him frowning.
“It’s not—well it is for some people, but not my Aunt Kathy. She just likes to be the center of attention and park at the stork spots at Target. She also told everyone she was dating a NavySEAL, but it turns out he just worked at Waffle House, though honestly I think I’d rather have the boyfriend who worked at Waffle House because, you know, free waffles.”
Stop talking, McKenna was mouthing.
“Good talk. I have to go rodeo some reptiles!” I let out a high-pitched laugh that sounded more like SpongeBob and less sultry redhead.
“Uh-huh.”
“Ha ha. Ha. Ha.”
McKenna was slicing her hand across her throat.
“Ho—”
I hung up the phone before I could hear what Grayson was about to say.
