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“I think you do,” he says, lips twitching again.
“I do not.”
“Then come on up.”
I try to figure out how to move myself into the passenger seat without falling and hitting my head or kneeing Randall in the face. When I realize I can’t manage it, I settle myself back down on the console.
“If anyone looks into this car,” Randall says, “they’re going to wonder what on earth we’re getting up to.”
“We’re not getting up to anything.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Maybe we should.”
“Stop wiggling your eyebrows. You might think it’s sexy, but I think it’s creepy.”
“No, you don’t.”
I sigh.
“Do you at least need some help getting back into your seat?” he asks. “You look incredibly uncomfortable.”
“No.”
“Fine, then. Stay stuck.”
“I’m not stuck.” I cross my arms over my chest, elbowing Randall in the process, but not caring. “I’m taking a break.”
“All right.” He runs a finger across my bottom lip, and my body erupts with goosebumps, which he notices with a grin. “But while you take that break, I can think of something fun we can do since you’re right here with your mouth so close to mine.”
I suck in a breath, and my gaze dips to his mouth. “Banter?”
“Nope.” He licks his lips very slowly.
“Bicker?”
“Wrong again. Now, will you please,pleaseshut up and kiss me before Leslie comes back?”
My mouth is on his before he has time to react. When he recovers from the initial shock, one of his hands cups the back of my head while the other snakes around my body to hold me in place. My current position isn’t exactly comfortable, but I’m not about to complain when he’s doing magical things to my mouth.
I don’t hear the car door open, and my body jerks when Leslie says, “Ugh, get a room.”
Randall unlatches his lips from mine but doesn’t let me go as he calmly says to her, “We might need a little help getting her back into her seat.”
Leslie sighs. “Fine. I’ll do that while you put my bag in the trunk. And before you say it won’t fit, it will. I’m a much lighter packer than your kissing buddy.”
Randall gives me another quick kiss on the lips and says, “Kissing buddies. I like that new title.”
I roll my eyes, but I also can’t help but grin at him.
“Any day now,” Leslie says.
He kisses me one more time.
thirty-seven
“If I don’t land you at least half of your joint assets plus sizable alimony payments in the divorce settlement, I won’t charge you a penny for my services,” the divorce lawyer tells my mother.
Mom, dressed to kill in a burgundy skirt suit and string of pearls, sits up straight in her chair and replies, “I appreciate the gesture, Samuel, but that’s unnecessary.”
