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“Mom.”
“I’m just telling you the truth. As a mom and woman, I know.”
“Can we talk about anything else?”
“Maybe. But come on, it’s family dinner. And you’re family, Devney. Wrapped up in the middle.”
She kissed my forehead and I followed her in, leaning into Maureen as she hugged me without another word.
I had messed up, and maybe so had they. But we would be okay. Because we were family.
Of course, though, that only left the worry about what exactly I felt for Heath.
And how on earth I could figure out what he felt for me.
Chapter 14
Devney
“So as you slide your hands up and down the shaft, you’re going to want to make sure you have control.”
I pressed my lips together and did my best not to laugh. I could feel Heath’s knee shaking next to me, and I knew he was holding back a laugh too, and we were about to fail. However, it was the guy on the other side of us who burst out laughing and held up his hand as the instructor scowled at him.
“Sorry. Sometimes I am a twelve-year-old boy. I promise I’m going to do my best and not break this vase.”
“You’ve got strong hands, I’m sure you can figure it out.” The instructor said it in such a no-nonsense tone that I was pretty sure she didn’t even realize the double entendre.
In fact, everything we were doing in this class tonight seemed to be a double entendre.
“Am I making a bowl or a vase?” Heath asked from beside me, and I looked at the lump of clay between his very strong hands and forgot the question for a moment.
“I think we were going for vase, but I might end up with a bowl. Or a lopsided thingamabob.”
“Well, at least we’re trying. Maybe. Though if I burst out laughing, will she murder us?”
I winced. “Maybe.”
The instructor let us talk amongst ourselves as we worked, and I threw another pot.
“I really have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Same. And I didn’t realize it was so messy.”
I looked over at him, at the speck of mud on his cheek, and grinned. “But you look cute.”
“Thanks. That’s what I was going for.”
“Are you having fun at least?”
Heath grinned at me and winked. “Yeah, I am. How did you think of this place?”
I shrugged, screwed up the pot, and started over. “It was on a quiz thing.”
Heath laughed.
“Let me guess, what to do on your fourth date?”
“I think it’s like our eighth or something.”
