“You had a sex dream! I can see it in your eyes—plus, you’re sweating like crazy.”
“And that’s a big deal, because…?” I slam my mug down.
“The fact that you dreamed aboutLoisis kind of a big fucking deal, yeah.”
This guy’s a fucking mind reader!
“We spent four hours on the script, dude. That’s all there is to it.”
“Okay,” he deadpans.
“I’m serious.”
“Okay,” he says again with the same tone.
“Fuck off.”
“Okay.”
He jumps up and starts air-grinding while mouthing the letters “L-O-I-S” like a lunatic.
“Stop that,” I whisper-shout, wagging a finger at him.
He carries on miming.
“Is this some big scene you’re workshopping?”
Lois’s voice echoes across the living room. Carter swivels around to face her.
“Lois! Sleep okay?”
“Meh.” She yawns. “I had the weirdest dream.”
“Really?” Carter shoots me a look, grinning like the damn Cheshire cat. “What kind of dream?”
“There was food everywhere, and there was this huge—”
“Salami?” He winks at me.
“Cheesecake.”So innocent. “This diet is grinding me down.”
She pads over to the coffeepot, and when she starts tugging her shorts into place, I look away.Fuck me.She drains her mug at record speed, checks the calendar pinned on the wall behind her, and sighs as she gazes out the window.
While Carter wanders off to make a call, I decide to make myself useful. “Need a ride to school?”
“No, I’ll walk. Work off yesterday’s brownie.” She pouts.
“What’s with the face?”
She shrugs. “No reason.”
She bends over the couch and starts rummaging through her bag for clothes, before stalking off to the bathroom without a word. Just before she leaves, she pauses. She turns to face me.
“How would you feel about me cooking us dinner some evening?”
“What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion,” she says flatly.
