I smile, putting the card in my purse and then texting him.
Me:
You know what’s nice? Getting flowers. You know what isn’t nice? Getting flowers when your brother is here and having to be Houdini, making the card disappear before he sees it.
Zane:
I knew you had many talents.
Me:
Don’t try to butter me up.
Zane:
You coming over after work?
Me:
Depends.
Zane:
On?
Me:
Well, what is in it for me?
Zane:
My sunny disposition and winning personality.
Me:
Ehhh, pass. That describes me.
Zane:
My mouth, my fingers, and my dick.
Me:
Sold.
“Well, whoever it is, is making you blush,” Kylie teases from the side, and I turn my phone over. “You need a minute?”
“Yes, I can’t work in these deplorable conditions.” She bursts out laughing. “Also, I want lunch.”
The rest of the afternoon goes by at what feels like a snail’s pace, Kylie leaves right after lunch to go and pick up the kids with Knox. Finally, at three thirty I pack up my things and head out.
I call him as soon as I pull out of the garage. “Hey, beautiful,” he croaks, and his voice is deep and it sounds like he was sleeping.
“I just left work,” I tell him. “Should I come over now or later?”
“Now,” he replies. “Call me when you are close and I’ll open the garage door for you so you can park inside.”
“Should I bring anything?” I ask him. “Pick up anything?”
