“Like a chore I have to do?” He seemed to take a mental inventory of his past partners. “Nope.”
“It’s notthatmuch of a stretch.” Rachel threw up her hands.
Molly looked as unconvinced as Travis felt. She stayed silent, though, clearly letting Travis take lead on the inquisition.
“Maybe you should explain it?” Travis asked, his expression unreadable.
Rachel nodded, ready to dive in. “Okay, it’s like…”
“This ought to be good.” Travis settled in.
Rachel’s palms started to sweat, but she sallied forth.
“It’s like, you have to do things in a specific order.” Rachel was all confidence as she did her best to explain the unexplainable. “And on certain days,” she continued.
“Uh,” Molly started to speak.
Travis apparently elected not to.
“There’s a lot of bending over,” Rachel continued, because that much was true.
This time both Travis and Molly remained totally silent. Rachel kept on going. There was a point here. She simply needed to get to it.
“The first time, you don’t really know what you’re doing. It takes practice. You should always pretreat so it works out for all the garments involved.” Rachel didn’t even stumble over the words as she said them. “If you don’t, somebody’s going to be unhappy.”
Travis’s eyes went a little wider, but other than that, his expression didn’t change.
“When it’s over, the buzzer should go off,” she added, like this entire conversation made sense.
Travis and Molly hadn’t moved at all during her tirade on laundry sex. They both stayed still.
Because laundry sex made no sense at all.
“Well, this episode ofFind Rachel a Manhas been real, but I’ve got a game to watch,” Rachel mumbled.
“I guess more of the lecture on laundry sex has to wait,” Molly replied.
“Or…” Travis said.
Rachel paused at his voice. Molly turned toward him.
“Or,” he started again. “You could use this as a learning experience. Let’s just call it the latest episode ofHowNotto Meet Men. We’ve covered the basics here today.”
“You’re impossible.” Rachel turned her body as far away from him as she could. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t that far.
“I’m reasonable,” Travis whispered so only she could hear.
She turned, glared at him, but the look he was giving her made her want to ask him to do a load of his extra dirty…clothes.
No. She shut her eyes. Rachel absolutely refused to think about Travis’s laundry. Or stroking a pineapple. Or anything else. She opened them again.
“You’re the least reasonable person I know,” Rachel said under her breath.
Travis kicked back, getting comfy on the bench. “I think if we’ve learned one thing here today, it’s that we need to expand your horizons.”
Molly’s cheeks stretched wide with her smile. “Now we’re talking.”
“No, we are absolutely not.” Rachel huffed.
