Page 11 of The Handy Men
She grunted. "Henry at the store had offensive signs up that she made him take down. And Ida's daughter is pregnant again."
"What's that make? Five now?" Dean asked.
"Six."
He whistled. "Better her than me."
"You said it." Her ex hadn't wanted children. He thought they were messy and unnecessary. Paige would have liked someone to love and fuss over other than Fred, but in the end, at least they didn't have a child to tie them together after the divorce.
Why on earth was he inviting her to his wedding?
"You're frowning," Dean said, pouring her a cup of coffee. He set a jelly doughnut on the plate and put it on the table. "Eat that. You'll feel better."
"Have you ever thought about going into the medical profession?" she asked him.
"Why? Do you want to play doctor?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Boy, did she.
Paige looked up at him wistfully and then bit into the jelly doughnut. Of course, she got powdered sugar everywhere.
"You missed your mouth," he said, and scooped up a drop of jelly off her chin with his finger. He licked it off his finger. "Mmm, I like how that tastes."
Her pulse soared into overdrive. Damn. Paige chewed slowly and swallowed while her scrambled thoughts straightened out. "This was just what the doctor ordered," she said instead. Dean's eyes were warm and full of affection.
"Speaking of which, we want you to come over tonight for board games and barbecue."
"I shouldn't." Paige wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her hands off them.
"You should and you're going to. I have pork ribs marinating and I'm dying for your potato salad."
All of this sexual tension had to be just in her head. He was lusting after her potato salad, while she was masturbating to them fucking her. But her fantasies were harmless, a byproduct of Fred's wedding invitation and a burning desire to get laid. They were gay and married, a committed couple who never in a million years would consider her sexually. That forbidden fruit was why she was getting so hot and bothered.
"Now I see," Paige said, forcing a grin. "You only want me for my world famous—in Connecticut—German potato salad."
"Not to mention we want revenge on your coup of the dark blue and green properties."
"I'll take you to school, if you're that desperate for a lesson." Paige rubbed her hands together.
"Them's fightin’ words."
"Bring it." She loved the friendly competition they had over board games, and had been surprised they liked them as much as she did. In fact, she learned to play Monopoly at the Nutmeg Inn and every summer after dinner she challenged the residents to a game.
"What are we bringing?" Jack asked, coming down the stairs. He'd already taken off his shirt, causing Paige's heartbeat to race again.
She wanted to trace every one of his tattoos with her tongue. Jack's eyes dipped to her chest, and she wondered if her nipples were poking out of her shirt.
"Paige is coming over tonight," Dean said.
"Great. Can't wait." Jack raised his gaze to her face.
He gave the best smoldering looks.
"I'm looking forward for some payback," Jack mock growled.
"We'll see about that," she managed to quip as she made a fast exit. It was time for a cold shower.
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