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That wasn’t the way he remembered it exactly, but he wasn’t going to argue. “Okay, sure. I climbed in the window and I was waiting to sneak down the hallway when you came in and kissed me.”
“I did not kiss you. You kissed me.” Sloane looked outraged. She pointed her hand between his chest and hers.
Rick grinned. “Wrong. You said, and I quote, ‘Lock the door and let’s do it.’”
He was completely lying about that last part but her outrage was amusing. She had told him to lock the door though but there wasn’t time for more before her mouth was on his and he was living out every fantasy he’d ever had.
Her eyes narrowed. “Stop messing with me. I know I did not say that. But you could have let me know I was kissing the wrong guy.”
That made him scoff. “Are you insane? I was Little Dickie, the guy everyone thought of as a little brother. Do you think I was going to pass up the chance to make out with a hot cheerleader two years older than me? But, I recognize ethically that might not have been fair to you and I apologize for that. In my defense, I was fifteen with zero chance of getting action so I wasn’t thinking straight. And it was already happening before I even realized I should stop it.”
“Damn right it wasn’t ethical.”
He grinned at her. “Yeah, but did you like it?”
“No!”
“Liar.”
Sloane looked exasperated but she also looked amused. She was trying to fight a smile. “We could argue about this all night or you could take my insurance information and return to your hip thrusting on stage in the world’s most narcissist act for charity.”
Hip thrusting he was positive she had been watching closely. He’d felt her eyes on him all night. “Or you could kiss me now and we can lay the issue to rest once and for all.”
Unfortunately, the door to the bar opened right then and a couple of women came out, giggling and chatting. They glanced over in their direction.
“Two thumbs up, Mr. Mechanic!” the one said. “Love your tool belt.”
The other let out a raucous whistle.
Sloane snorted.
He was more amused than anything else. He gave a wave. “Thanks, ladies. I appreciate the love.”
The one sidled up to him. She was blonde, attractive, probably a few years older than him. Around Sloane’s age. She pulled out a business card and handed it to him. “If you’re single and you want some company, give me a call.”
He took the card and glanced down at it. Nicole Bynes. Personal Finance. “Thanks, I’ll do that. Pleasure to meet you, Nicole.” He reached out and shook first her hand, then her friend’s. “I’m Rick.”
“Liz,” the friend said, a smirk playing across her lips.
“This is Sloane,” he said, gesturing to where his best friend’s sister was standing stone-faced and skeptical.
But Sloane did pull a smile and say, “Nice to meet you.”
Nicole laughed. “Actually, we went to high school together. I was a year ahead of you. But totally not in the popular crowd. I ran with the math nerds.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t realize it was you, Nicole, you changed your hair color. You look great. Good to see you again.”
Rick actually thought Sloane didn’t remember who the woman was but she covered it pretty well.
Sloane turned to him. “So, give me your number and I’ll text my insurance information to you. I’m heading home for the night.”
“We just came outside for a bit of fresh air,” Nicole said. “We’ll leave you two to whatever.” She gave Rick a smile. “Call me.”
When the women retreated back into the bar, Rick turned to Sloane. “Where were we?”
“Me leaving.”
With that, she burst into tears.
