“Right now?”
He flashed a wan smile.“In a few hours.I promised my son I’d go to his soccer game.Hopefully, by the time I get there, I’ll be able to endure the shouting on the sidelines.”
They shared a brief silence.Vanessa got the impression that Kyle didn’t approve of her.Maybe he was annoyed with the lack of amenities in Cabin7, and blamed her.Maybe he distrusted women, in general.
“So,” Vanessa said.“You’re a cop.”
His brows drew together.“Paul told you that?”
“Is it a secret?”
“No.I’m just surprised he mentioned it.”
“He doesn’t share much.”
Kyle put his vape pen away and turned toward her.He scanned her figure in an appreciative sweep.“From what I gather, you’ve managed to squeeze a lot out of him.”
She sipped her coffee with narrowed eyes.“Is that a sex joke?”
“It’s a double entendre,” he said, with zero shame.
“How charming,” she said coolly.“You’re fond of those.I heard the one last night, too.About measuring circumference.”
Kyle took a fortifying gulp of coffee.“You were eavesdropping.”
“Not at all.Eavesdropping is listening to a private conversation.You two were talking loud enough to wake the dead.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“You said something about bunnies.”
“Did I?”
“What does it mean?”
Kyle drank more coffee, and didn’t answer.
“Playboy bunny?”she guessed.
“No,” he said, with a huff of laughter.“Quite the opposite.”
Vanessa’s spine stiffened.“Really?”
“They aren’t mutually exclusive, but a Playboy bunny is someone you date for fun.You don’t bring her home to meet your mother.”
“The other bunny is the nice-girl type,” she surmised.“For a serious relationship.”
Kyle shrugged.“I didn’t invent the term.”
Now she understood why Paul had suggested they retire it.“You think he should avoid bunnies?”
“I don’t think that.He does it on his own.”
“And you both consider me a bunny?”
“If the cotton-tail fits…”
“You’re wrong,” she said flatly.
