Page 153 of The Puck Stops Here
He grabbed a tissue to dispose of the condom and she started to roll away. ‘Oh no you don’t,’ he said, tossing the tissue-wrapped rubber with precision into the bin and pulling her back into his side. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’
‘Won’t your team wonder where you are if you don’t head down soon?’
‘Nah, most of us hit the sack for a nap in the afternoon.’
‘It’s hardly the afternoon any more.’
‘And I missed my nap, so I’m catching up.’
‘Thisisn’t napping.’
‘Give me a minute and I will be…’
She nestled into his side once more and his heart settled with her. He wasn’t ready to let her go. Everything felt right when she was just there. The world seemed to calm, the noise in his head seemed to hush. For the first time in his life, he felt at peace.
So at peace it took him a while to register a buzzing. A phone. He peeked through one lid. ‘Is that you or me?’
She looked at her bag abandoned next to the door and grimaced. ‘Sorry, I think it’s me.’
‘It’s okay.’ He stretched out with a yawn – he hadn’t been kidding about the nap. ‘Get it if you need to.’
‘Nah, they can leave a message.’
But no sooner had it rung off than it started again.
‘Okay, I’ll get it else you’ll get no sleep.’
He highly doubted that and tried to murmur as much to her, the murmur becoming a sleepy grumble as she eased away, and his body protested the cold that replaced her.
She’d be back he told himself, rolling over and taking the pillow with him.
* * *
OMG.
The bad boy really was a freaking pussycat, hugging the pillow in her place, making her wish it was still her…
She stared at him, her bag in her arms, her body immobilised with the desire to return… until her phone started to ring again.She hurried to pull it out. What on earth could be so urgent that?—
Sissi?
She frowned at the flashing blonde avatar with huge baby blues. Why would Sissi be calling her numerous times over when they were getting together tomorrow? Unless… Bella and Paige…shit.
She swiped the call to answer and dived into the bathroom, pulling the door closed with a gentle click.
‘Honey, what is it? Are you okay? Are the girls okay?’
‘Yeah, yeah, everything’s good,’ came her friend’s hushed lilt over the bustle of the diner in which she worked. ‘Well, as far as I know. But you’re not gonna believe who’s just rocked up in the bar across the street?’
Astrid frowned, her post-orgasm brain slow to piece anything meaningful together.
‘He’shere.’
‘Who’s here?’
‘Rick. Theirfather!’
Astrid straightened like a meerkat. ‘You’re kidding?’
