Page 89 of Nevermore
My head swings toward Leo the second the words leave her mouth. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” She grabs both of my hands and starts pulling me, walking backward through the clothing racks toward the curtained off hole in the wall. “I mean,you’re like my hero, man.”
I roll my eyes but don’t stop her. “It was a little much, I’ll give you that.”
“It was sweet.”
“If I’d have said it was allowed,theywould be the ones about to fuck you up against a mirror right now. They aren’t sweet.”
Leonor shrugs one shoulder. “I’d politely decline.”
“Code fordick punch.”
“Maybe.”
“Definitely.” I grin as we stop outside the dressing room. “You don’t likerude. Which includes unsolicited fucking last time we discussed it.”
Leo giggles before she pushes the curtain open. “True, but I do like fucking my heroes and you, my love, are one of mine.”
I fucking love this woman so much.
Today turned out to be a really good day.
“Shit.”
I lift my head from the book I’m reading, my ratty copy of The Great Gatsby for the hundredth time, and look at Leo from over the back of the couch. “Everything ok, baby cakes?”
Leo nods as I watch her wipe her hands off on a towel then grab her phone, briefly staring at the screen before she blurts, “I have to take this.”
“Ok...”
Like I’m going to stop her from answering a call or something. Is this playing out kind of strangely? Yes, and her entire mood changed the second her phone started ringing, I can literally feel it in the air but I’m not going to push. Today was enough, I don’t need to add to it.
Even as she grabs her smokes, runs up the stairs like her ass is on fire then trips at least twice before I hear her balcony door open and close with a slam.
Weird.
Leo pretty much ignores her phone and nine times out of ten she has one of us answer it. She’s never been the type to need total privacy for a phone call, for anything really, and this has those unsettled vibes creeping back up my neck.
Which is why I dog ear the page I’m on, half tempted to go up to see what’s going on when the lock on the front door clicks and our boys come strolling in.
“Oh man, is that Leo’s meatloaf I smell?” Mark asks with a grin before dropping two cases of beer and a pretty big package on the floor. “Please tell me she’s making smashed taters, too.”
I nod, barely fighting my own smile as all three of them start to get comfortable. “Asparagus with bacon, and corn on the cob, too.”
“Fuck yes,” Pete groans as he kicks off his boots then heads over to give me a kiss. “Sweet rolls?”
I nod again, smiling against his lips just as Norm plops down on the couch next to me, forcing me to move my legs. “What brought all this on?”
“We had a good day,” I say with a shrug. “Better than expected…” Frowning, I follow Pete with my eyes as he rounds the couch, dropping down onto the recliner with a smirk. “Something is different.”
“Yeah?” My boyfriend settles into the overstuffed chair next to me as I arch a brow. “You and our girl do ok in town?”
I shake my head then nod as I sit up and set my book on the coffee table. “Fine. What’s different?”
Pete shrugs so I look at Mark—who is ignoring all of us in favor of whatever insane text he’s sending judging by the speed of his thumbs—then at Norm.
Who turns about thirty shades of red as he nervously pushes his hair behind his ears and avoids looking me in the eye.
