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Evan approaches from the lake side, and when he notices me holding Sally, the relief on his face is quickly replaced by a puzzled expression that perfectly matches the one that was very recently on my face.
Sigh. He probably didn’t send Sally here as a ploy, as Jolene insinuated.
“How did you get in there again?” Evan demands, locking eyes with the cat.
Is that a smug expression on Sally’s face?
“Did you see her since I left yesterday?” I ask. “Maybe she snuck out between my legs as I was leaving, and then got in here the same way.”
I’m glad Jolene didn’t hear me say “between my legs” because she’d wax ecstatic about “pussy” for an hour.
Evan shakes his head. “A good theory, but Sally was home this morning when I fed her.”
“Here.” I offer Evan the cat—once again, I can picture Jolene saying something about me offering him pussy.
As he takes the furry creature, his fingers brush mine, generating a major flashback to yesterday, when they touched my face, back, and—albeit briefly—my butt.
Holding the cat, Evan gently caresses her fur.
Huh. She purrs much louder for him than she did for me. Then again, who can blame her? Also, Jolene has officially taken up residence inside my brain, like Dorothy’s T. gondii. Why else would I be thinking the phrase “gently caresses the pussy?”
“How is your skin feeling?” Evan asks.
Tingly. Fluttery. And that’s just the fingers that came into contact with his. When it comes to the skin in my nether regions, it’s flushed, humid, and thirsty.
“The poultice worked,” I manage to say. “I’m good as new.”
Evan narrows his eyes. “Hopefully, this doesn’t mean you’re planning on sleeping on the beach again?”
Before I can provide an indignant reply, my phone rings.
Huh.
“Hello, Vic,” I say after I pick up. “Are you checking on my health again?”
At the good doctor’s name, Evan’s features turn stormy.
“Hi, Brooklyn,” Vic says. “How are you feeling?”
“Completely recovered,” I say pointedly. “So… you’re officially free from having to check up on me.”
“That’s great to hear,” Vic says. “But I wasn’t just calling to check on you.”
“Oh?” Was Evan right when he said Vic wanted to ask me out?
“I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink with me tonight,” Vic says.
“Like a date?” I blurt, still unable to believe a hot doctor would be interested in me after seeing me looking like a drowned crab in a hospital gown.
Evan’s jaw ticks.
“A date would be great,” Vic says.
“In that case, I’m sorry,” I say, and mean it. “I don’t date when I’m on vacation.”
Could Evan’s twitching jaw be coding threats to Vic in Morse Code?
Vic sighs. “It was worth a shot.”
