She tapped her bottom lip. “Tacos. Dirty martinis. Evil cat. It definitely tracks.”
He pointed a finger at her. “And palindromes.”
She thought it over for a moment. “Geeky Uncle Will’s gonna love that.”
***
“Hi, is that Molly?”
“Tracie?” Molly squeezed her thighs together and prayed her bladder would hold out for the duration of the call. She spun to Finn and covered the microphone on her cell phone. She jabbed a finger at Evil Olive and Taco Cat. “Keep your eye on those two, I gotta take this.”
Molly and Tracie had become friends during Molly’s internship at the Wild, they’d even kept in touch after it ended. Molly slipped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Scrunching up a wad of tissue paper she tossed it into the toilet and plopped her naked ass on the seat. “Hey girl. How are you?”
Wincing at the echo in the bathroom she scrunched her eyes shut. Should she wait to pee when she was speaking? Or should she take a risk and pee when Tracie spoke? What were the odds Tracie would even hear it?
Peeing straight after sex was a rule above all others for Molly, add in the fact she’d had three cups of coffee already that morning and bam: inopportune bladder emergency.
“We have an opening on the communications team.”
“Mmhmm.” Molly relaxed her muscles, praying she’d put enough tissue in the toilet to dull the tinkling of her pee against the bowl. “Tell me more.” She breathed out in relief as she peed without detection.
Tracie laughed. “I’ll wait until you’ve washed your hands.”
Molly’s jaw dropped and her phone slipped. “Damnit, I thought I was being stealthy.”
Tracie laughed again. “I’ve both made and received enough drunk, bathroom stall calls to know when I’m talking to someone in a bathroom.”
“Talk about the height of professionalism.” Molly groaned and covered her face.
“You set the tone when I caught you and Finn doing the nasty in the cleaning supply closet at the rink.”
Molly stared at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed and her just-fucked hair was more akin to a birds nest than those hot, post-coitus mussed looks people got in the movies. “Yeaaaaaah. That too.”
“I mean, I don’t lean that way, but you have a really nice butt.”
It was Molly’s turn to laugh. “No shame in my horny game.”
“Nor should there be, girl. If I was dating someone as hot as Obi… well. I’d climb him wherever I could, too.” She made a whooshing noise, like she was blowing air, or fanning herself.
“Still no luck with Mr. Hottie?”
“Shhhhh!” Muffled sounds preceded a drop in Tracie’s voice. “We don’t talk about that. I regret telling you anything.”
“You didn’t.” Molly started the faucet, clasping the phone between her chin and shoulder as she washed her hands. “I saw how you looked at him.” She sighed. “I know he’s the enemy, being a dirty Raccoon at heart and all…”
“But?”
“But I gotta give it to you, T. Dude definitely earned his Hottie nickname.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Isn’t it always?”
After a beat of silence Tracie cleared her throat. “This isn’t about me.” She said hi to someone on the other side of the line. “Look, I gotta get back to work. There’s an application form in your email, fill it out and send it back. Or don’t. I’m happy to never see you again for as long as I live.”
Molly patted her hands dry. “Lies. You love me.”
Tracie heaved a sigh. “Tacos on Friday?”
