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“You want me to shut up about Mason.”
“Well, as enlightening as it’s been…” Andie walked to the doorway and made an exaggerated, sweeping arm gesture. “I don’t think my ears can take much more.”
Katie laughed and grabbed her purse. “In that case, I’m talking all the way to your front door.”
“Oh, goodie.”
“You’re not afraid to say what’s on your mind, that’s cool. I can see why Mason’s so smitten.”
Andie snorted at that one. Mason, smitten with her? Ha. “Mason and I have great chemistry. Lots of it.That’swhy I got to be his first sleepover friend. No other reason.” A few more steps and she could file this conversation under the never-to-be-replayed heading.
Katie paused with her hand on the knob. “Oh, you’re not the first woman to sleep over, just the first since he split with his fiancée, after the shitty episode involving the baby.” She opened the door and looked out at her mother standing next to the passenger door, arms crossed and blowing smoke from her ears. “Guess I should’ve given her the keys,” she said with a snicker.
Andie’s head was reeling from the fiancée and baby comments. Mary looking royally pissed off on her driveway amplified the effect. God, if that woman marched back to the house, Andie would lose it for sure. As soon as she put a closed door between Katie and herself, she was calling Lasha for drinks. The big, slushy kind with several shots of alcohol, a plastic sword and a bartender named Juan serving them. So what if it was barely noon?
Katie gave her mom the one-minute sign. Andie’s jaw dropped. What more could Katie have to say after those bombshells?
“Okay, roundup time. You guys are having a ton of sex and according to you, that’s the extent of your relationship. I say you’re wrong, at least on Mason’s side of the equation.”
Andie choked on air. This girl knew no boundaries. “Did you even see the line before you crossed it?”
Katie flapped her hand. “Put our theories to the test. Next time you get together, tell him your monthly friend showed up, or that you have a yeast infection—whatever—but take sex off the menu. Then encourage him to go and do his own thing.” Two steps down the walk she turned around. “And no blowjobs, etcetera, either!” This, at top volume, in front of her mother and the world.
Andie waved at Mr. Karnowski, her retiree neighbor, whose attention they’d caught. Please let this be a day when he’d opted not to wear his hearing aids. She slinked inside and slid down the closed door. Working for Katie Lang would be a loud, in-your-face experience. Or not—it wasn’t too late to pad the estimate.
* * *
ANDIE
The doorbell made Andie jump off the couch. Not a good thing. Her brain thumped against the inside of her skull, initiating a monster headache. Since an excessive amount of alcohol was at the root, she ought to go ahead and call it what it really was—a hangover. At seven in the evening. The sun had two hours of life left, a hot man was knocking on her door and she was a wreck from her unintentional afternoon bender. Those Long Island iced teas had gone down a little too easily.
“Whoa. You okay?” Mason asked when he walked through the door.
So she looked as shitty as she felt. Awesome. “I fell asleep on the couch. Rough afternoon.”
“Are you sick?” He did the palm on the forehead thing.
“As a mom, I can tell you—that’s not an effective way to check for fever.” But it was sweet that he tried.
“As a doctor, I canshowyou the most accurate method of checking for a fever.” His eyebrows went up and down. The grin came out full force. “My emergency bag is in the truck.”
“Oh, no. You are not sticking a thermometer up my ass.”
“How about something else?”
“That’ll raise my temperature, not measure it.”
With his fingers hooked in her belt loops, he walked her backward until she hit the wall, pinning her there. “The endorphin release it’ll give you will fix whatever’s wrong.”
“Is that your professional, medical opinion?”
“Nah, strictly personal.”
She splayed her hands over his chest. Solid, warm. She ventured lower, over the flat plane of his stomach. God, she couldn’t help herself. Whenever he touched her, especially from a dominant position, her libido revved higher than high.
Her hand stopped at his waist. More than anything, she wanted to pop the button, push his shorts down. Beg him to release her so she could drop to her knees and suck him until he verged on climaxing, then bend over and let him give her that endorphin rush.
Heat swirled between her legs. How could she be so desperate for him again? He’d made her come three times yesterday. They’d had more sex—all of it fantastic—in this one week than she’d had in her life. And she had eleven more days to enjoy him thoroughly, except…
