“Better get that.” I pat his chest.
“Yeah,” he huffs, disappointed.
“Oh, stop,” I scold him. “Go. Please have some fun. Crush it on the golf course. It will feed your competitive appetite.”
“I guess.” He sits up and steals one more emotive kiss before the buzzer goes off again. “Fucker.”
I laugh before running to get the door. Our condo isn’t huge, but it’s definitely spacious enough with its large, modern, eat-in kitchen, living room with views of the Hudson River, and double-port entryway. I swing open the front door to a smiling Rodney. Rodney Pines is a running back for New York but a big ol’ country boy at heart. He and Kam hit it off right away.
“Hey, Lanes! Is the man ready?” Rodney strolls in wearing a tight black T-shirt and worn out Levis.
“As I’ll ever be.” Kam appears in a very similar outfit, but his jeans are cut a bit more modern and hang lower on his hips. The man wears clothes like a damn model, but it’s the fitted baseball cap that gets me. He’s adorably hot when he’s not even trying.
“What are you grinning at?” Kam asks as he drops his bag at my feet.
“My Mister Perfect.” I dot a kiss on his lips.
“You know I’m not perfect.” His tone is distressed.
“You know that’s not true,” I disagree. “You’re perfect for me.”
“Awww, you two are so nauseatingly cute. Let me take a picture.” Rodney pretends to snap away.
“You and your pictures.” Kam swipes at him.
“Everyone needs a hobby.” Rodney picks up Kam’s bag. “I also think I threw up in my mouth a little.”
“Don’t be jealous, Rodney,” I tease him.
“Trust me, I’m not.” He’s somewhat serious. “We’re gonna be late. I don’t want to hear a plane full of complaints.”
“I’m with ya.” Kam slides an arm around my waist. “What are ya gonna do while I’m away?” He kisses my neck.
“Think naughty thoughts about you,” I announce just to make Rodney uncomfortable.
“Aww, jeez. Maybe I’m a little jealous now.” Rodney slings Kam’s bag over his shoulder.
“I’ll meet you at the car.” Kam chases Rodney away.
“You got five minutes.”
“Plenty of time.” Kam presses me against the wall, a wicked look in his light blue eyes.
“Not nearly enough time,” I dispute.
“Seriously, dry heaving here,” Rodney yells from out of sight.
Kam and I both crack up. It’s good to see him smile. Genuinely smile.
“Lemon, don’t send me away knowing you’re going to be all hot and bothered.”
“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Taking care of you is my job.”
“And you do it exceptionally well.” I lean in and press my lips to his, slipping just the tip of my tongue into his mouth.
“Don’t tease me, Laney.”
