She was surprised he got it, but she nodded. He was right.
“So you’re not sure how old your Little is?” Jared asked. “Because I would guess around two or three.”
“I guess so. Maybe three or four. She’s not always very verbal, though.”
“Ahh, so she’s the opposite of you,” North drawled.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked with a huff.
“It means you talk a lot,” North informed her.
Rude.
She glared at him.
Jared cleared his throat, turning her attention back to him.
“Have you made up your mind about me helping you with your Little?” Jared asked.
She glanced at North again. “Are you sure that be okay? I would never want to come between the two of you.”
“Really? North asked. “Most women fantasize about being between the two of us.”
Her cheeks had to be bright red and in order to distract herself she reached out and grabbed a huge handful of Sour Patch gummies, stuffing them into her mouth in order to distract herself from jumping his bones.
Get yourself together, girl.
But then her eyes started watering as the sourness hit her tongue.
Oh God.
Oh no.
Too much. Too much. What was she thinking?
She glanced around, unsure where she could spit them out. There was nowhere.
Crap! Jumping up, she got tangled in the blankets and would have fallen over if Jared hadn’t grabbed hold of her hips.
“What are you doing?” Jared demanded.
By now her eyes were watering and panic was starting to set in. Yes, she knew it sounded ridiculous, but it felt like hermouth was burning. Her taste buds were being fried right off her tongue.
Turning to Jared, she pointed at her cheek. Understanding filled his face and he quickly placed his hand under her mouth. “Spit.”
She shook her head frantically.
“Spit,” he commanded.
Oh no, no, no.
Couldn’t she just go to the bathroom and spit it out or something?
A stern look filled Jared’s face and he leaned in. “Spit. Now.”
“Do as he says,” North added. “Open your mouth. Spit.”
Darn. If she could speak she’d make a joke right then. Instead, she leaned over and spat the candy into Jared’s mouth.
