“Wait.” She flattened her palm against his chest, pushing him back a few inches. “Are you seriously about to sleep with her?”
“Who?”
“Eve.”
He hesitated. “Not if she doesn’t want to?”
“But you would if she’s willing.” She bucked her hips against his. “That’s pretty obvious.”
“Yes,” he admitted. “Or we could just be here together and talk.”
“Since she’s not good enough to be your sidepiece?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Pretty sure you did.”
“But I didn’t mean it like that.”
“So what, Eve is like number four on your list?”
“What list?”
“Of people you’re sleeping with.”
“How can it be a list when there’s only one person on it?”
“Then what do you call this?” She grabbed his hand, dragging it down her chest from collarbone to belly button.
“Uh, you mean the sternum? Or I guess you could say sagittal plane.” He hesitated. “Unless you were talking about the breast… er, the right breast. No, left! Sorry, I got my directions reversed. It’s hard to think when I’m touching you.”
“I’m talking big picture, Charlie!”
“The torso?” he ventured, sounding profoundly uncertain.
“You can drop the act. We both know what this is about.”
His hand was still pressed against her stomach, long fingersnearly spanning the distance between her hips. “I might need one more clue.”
“There’s a naked woman in your bed.”
“Yes.” It was barely a whisper, like he was afraid to wake himself from a dream.
“But she’s not the only one burning up your sheets.”
“You mean because there are two of you?”
The confirmation stung, but Jean pushed past it. “Uh,duh. At least. Starting with Adriana Asebedo.”
“I’m not sleeping with Adriana Asebedo.”
“Not yet maybe, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before you get back together,honey baby.” She removed his hand from her body, letting it flop back onto the mattress. “And then there’s the other one,” Jean continued, before he could deny it. “How long have you and Margaret been a thing?”
“Margaret?” He sounded genuinely confused. “You meanMugsy?”
It was a good thing Jean was lying down because her head was spinning. “Wait. You’re telling meMargaretis Mugsy?”
“Mm-hmm. Mugsy is a nickname.”
