Page 14 of The Handy Men
“So what’s our song?” Dean asked.
Horror filled her. “Uh, you don’t have one.”
“She’s lying,” Jack said, pulling out his phone.
“No.” Paige would have lunged for her phone, but Dean held her.
“Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins rang out in the room.
“That’s awesome,” Jack crowed. “Highway to the danger zone,” he sang.
Paige hid her face in her hands as Dean took his phone out of his pocket.
“If you don’t want me to call it, I won’t,” he said.
“You might as well,” Paige said, sitting up.
“Kiss me Deadly” by Lita Ford played.
“I don’t know that song.” Dean frowned.
“I do.” Jack fumbled with his phone until he found the song and it played.
Kiss me once. Kiss me twice.
As the song ended, Paige would have bolted off the couch. She didn’t dare look at Dean. Jack’s smoldering gaze kept her in place. He didn’t seem mad that her ring tone for his husband revolved around a frustrated woman begging to be kissed.
“He is pretty,” Jack said quoting part of the lyrics to the song, and the tension popped like a soap bubble.
“I just like eighties rock and pop.” She hoped that was a good enough explanation.
“Oh no,” Dean groaned.
“Then you’re going to love this playlist.” Jack ran out of the room.
Paige turned to Dean. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you with that.”
“Not at all.”
“Here.” Jack sprinted back into the room. He tossed Paige and Dean each a hairbrush.
“What’s this for?” Paige asked, but then the opening guitar riff hit her. She jumped up to join Jack singing into the hairbrush like it was a microphone. Eventually, Dean joined them and they spent the next half hour rocking out to hair bands and pop music.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Dean said, shutting the music off. “More wine.”
Paige and Jack sank back down on the couch. She hadn’t had that much fun in a long time. Her cheeks were sore from grinning so hard and her voice was almost gone from belting out all her favorites songs.
Dean came back with a chilled glass of prosecco for each of them and then went back for the bottle. The wine felt so cool and soothing to her throat, she drank it faster than she should have. No worries, because Dean was there for the refill.
As they were getting their breaths back, just chilling out on the couch, Paige’s phone went off again. It was her parents.
“They don’t give up, do they?” Dean said.
“You should take the call if it will shut them up,” Jack said, handing her phone to her.
Paige took it, but shook her head. “I can’t talk to them right now. I might let something I shouldn’t slip.”
“Like what?” Dean asked, pulling her back down into his lap. He rescued her mostly empty wine glass and set it on the table next to him. Jack resumed massaging her feet. She could get used to this.
