Page 50 of Kaine

“I made pork chops! He was supposed to come home at 7 p.m. to eat them. And he was late and they were ruined.”

“Oh my god. When did you marry him?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You sound like an old, married, nagging wife!”

“Well, now I’m calling you a bitch!” I glare at her and she just laughs in response. “Anyway! He comes home and...um, catchesmeinhisbed.”

“Wha? Slow down.”

“Ugh, he caught me sleeping in his bed.”

“Dude. Did he get in with you?”

“HARRIET!”

“What? You don’t like sexy, mysterious, lifesaving, hero billionaires?”

“No,” I narrow my eyes at her. “Not this one, anyway. He’s an ass.”

“Ah, so what happened that had you poppin’ stitches to get out of there?”

“I, er, I caught him. In the shower.”

“How do you ‘catch’ someone in the shower exactly?”

“I went in to grab some clothes I had hanging up and, well, he was in the shower... showering. And he caught me. Staring.”

“Oh, Jade. Jadey Jade Jade Jade.”

“Oh shush, it’s NOT what you think! I wasn’t... perving on him.” Well, not just that.

She raises her eyebrows and I realize if I don’t explain, I won’t ever hear the end of it.

“Okay, ugh, this is in the strictest of confidence, okay?”

“Dude, opening the library vault and putting it in there.”

I take a deep breath and hope I’m doing the right thing, sharing with her.

“He, well, he was naked...”

“Hubba Hubba!”

“Shush.... he was naked, meaning... no hoodie.”

“Ah. OH!”

“Yeah. He, um, he has a pretty big scar running down the left side of his face. It looks like a burn. A really, really bad burn.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, you think he’s embarrassed by it?”

“I can’t think of any other reason.”