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“Troll,” Eli whispered.
“Chewbacca,” I shot back.
“He spanks her,” Kristen whined—puppy eyes and all.
“Wh-what?” Jason gave me a double take before he stopped looking at me altogether. “No, no.”
“He does.” I sent him an awkward smile when he chanced a look again and shrugged, and Eli bent down to whisper, “You told her about that?”
“We’re girls,” I explained. “It’s what we do.”
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p; “I need that visual out of my head.” Jason groaned.
“He—” Kristen began, but Jason cut her off.
“For the love of God, stop. I don’t want to know what they do. This is Paisley.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to know about Kristen,” Eli muttered, and I elbowed him in the stomach. He must have gotten the hint to stop agreeing with Jason, because he added, “You should try it, man. Just sayin’.”
Jason ran his hands over his face before grabbing Kristen’s hand. “Fuck you both,” he grumbled toward Eli and me, but he had a determined look on his face as he began towing his wife away from the bar.
“Have fun!” I called after them, and Kristen turned around, an excited smile lighting up her face.
“Shut the fuck up!” Jason groaned.
I laughed against Eli’s chest and turned to face him.
“That would’ve been nice to have been clued in beforehand.”
“You choking on your beer was priceless, though.” Running my hands through his hair, I pulled his face closer to mine to kiss him softly. “I’m sure Jason will thank us later.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I can’t believe you told Kristen.”
“Like I said, we’re girls, it’s what we do.”
“If you say so.” He rolled his eyes. “So back to you being a tease . . .”
My eyes popped open. “Oh! We need to leave!”
“What? Why?”
Schooling my expression, I turned to look at him after waving down the bartender. With one eyebrow raised, I said quietly, “Just trust me.”
The heat was back in his eyes as he closed out the tab and towed us out to the parking lot. With a quick, searing kiss, he got me in my car and jogged across the lot to his truck. The entire way back to his apartment I was working to build up the courage for what I wanted to do.
It was my turn to control this.
Eli grabbed for my bag filled with clothes for the weekend and began walking toward his door, but I stopped him.
“Uh, no. I need that back.”
He slowly handed it back to me with a puzzled look now on his rugged face.
“And I need you to go pack for the weekend, then meet me back in your truck.”
“Okay . . . ?”
