Page 12 of Comin' in Hot
Am I breathing? Maybe.
Honestly, who cares. Being this close to him has me dizzy. Because his eyes aren’t just green. There’s a blue ring around the outside that gives them a dreamy effect. And even worse, his lips are equipped with the perfect fullness.
They look so soft too.
God, I gave up so much of my youth to Jeffrey when I could’ve been doing this.
I bet he’s so good in bed. Attentive. He probably makes women come first. And takes his time. Big bucks says he does the deed until sweat drips down his abs.
The man in my thoughts clears his throat, and that’s when I realize I am, in fact, staring down at his stomach.
My head snaps up. “I wasn’t looking at you. I…um…my toe is bleeding.”
I immediately tuck one foot behind the other. I’m going to have to literally drive it through a wall now. Lying eitherbecomes a skill, or I sew my mouth shut. Those are my only options.
He smiles wider before giving me another “Okay.”
Okay…okay…what does that mean?
I thought my life was at its worst when I went through my divorce, but I’d like to go back now. Good grief, the world has cars that drive themselves. There’s got to be a way to erase my memory.
Wells bites his bottom lip, and I frown. Only because it’s the singular way I can mask the horny.
“To answer your previous question,” he says, his eyes on mine. “I’m here to bring you this.”
I’m lost in his gaze before I realize he’s holding something between us.
“Thank you,” I whisper before looking down to see what he’s holding.
My hand jerks back like I’ve touched something hot as I rush out, “That’s not mine.” He laughs, but I double down on my lie. “I don’t know why someone would send me this. I asked for conditioner.” I squint as if I can’t read the writing on the box. But it clearly says Nair:for sensitive areas. “I actually don’t know what that is?”
Wells shakes his head and puts the box firmly in my hand.
“How about I leave it? And you can find out who it belongs to later? Maybe it’s for the person watchingJerry Maguire.”
I stand stoically but wish I were on fire as he heads to the door before looking over his shoulder.
“And, Margot.” He motions his head toward the window. “I hear they put on a hell of a show every night. Not that you’re a perv or anything. See ya around.”
My mouth drops open. Oh. My. God.
The door opens and closes behind him, but I stand, over the fucking olive tree, with my jaw nearly on the floor.
I wonder if it’s too late to get a refund on this life rebranding because I’d really like a do-over.
chapter three
. . .
I’ve been living Dickshank Redemption.
“What do you mean you humped a tree?”
My sister and I are out by the pool, breakfast done and dusted, as I recount all the ways I’m having a hard reentry to life.
“You heard me, Sloane. There’s no misunderstanding that.”
Moon gasps because I only call her by her real name when I’m mad at her.
