I’m still buttoning my top, but it’s obvious what Ethan and I were doing since his hair looks like I yanked on it allnight.
While he was giving me the best oral sex of my life, for therecord.
Part of me is eating him up with my eyes—those sexy tattoos, his broad chest, those sexy-AF stomach muscles—while the other part of me is a smidge terrified over what’s about to godown.
And damn, did I leave that hickey on him last night?I don’t remember sucking his shoulder, but I must have. He makes mebitey.
Slowly, with a piercingscowl, Allison turns to Ethan. “What the fuck isthis?”
Logan chuckles. “I’m pretty sure you covered sex in health class. When a man is interested in awoman—”
“Shut the fuck up, Logan.” She waves in my direction while shooting another death glare at Ethan. “This.Her.What’s she doing here when I told you I was bringing the kids backearly?”
Ethan scoffs as he snatches up his rumpled shirt and slips it over his arms. “When you texted me last night and said you were bringing them back early, I assumed that meant in the afternoon, not first thing in themorning.”
Her eyes flit to me and then back to Ethan. “It’s nine a.m. When was the last time you slept this late in your life? I didn’t think it would be aproblem.”
“That’s just it, Allison. You didn’t think.” Ethan’s voice brims with frustration. “Everything’s always about you. Your schedule. Your life. Your priorities. What happened to taking the kids to the zootoday?”
She rolls her eyes. “It’ll still be there next month. What’s the big deal? It’s going to be too hot today to be outsideanyway.”
An unusually cool breeze blows, and I bite my tongue.It’s probably a perfect day to go to thezoo.
I finish buttoning my top, and, as daintily as I can without flashing anyone, try to slide off the back of the truck only to find Logan there to help me. He’s gallant enough to look away when I jumpdown.
“Thanks,” I whisper, realizing my undies are probably tangled in the blankets.Please don’t fold the blankets,Ethan.
Of course, that’s exactly what he does, but not before he shakes it out, and my thong goesflying.
Noooooooo.
We all watch my undies go careening across the bed of thetruck.
Eyes wide, mouth open, Allison stares at the scrap of fabric like it’s a tinyterrorist.
Fuckityfuck.
It’s so quiet, I can almost hear the grass growing beneath my bare feet until Logan snickers next to me. “Pink lace. I highlyapprove.”
Allison sneers. “Shut. Up.Logan.”
Ignoring her, Logan leans closer to me. “Don’t worry about this. Just head on inside and grab yourself some coffee. I’ll make sure they don’t maim eachother.”
I give him a grateful smile and muster a quick glance back to Ethan, who looks like he’s barely keeping his shittogether.
When we make eye contact, I motion toward the house. “Do you, um, do you want me to make the kids somebreakfast?”
Allison directs her glare to me, but speaks to Ethan. “Why is your skank making the kids’food?”
If her goal is to make me feel like shit, she’s one to nothing. I look down at my clothes that were perfectly acceptable for a club, but now, at nine o’clock on a Sunday morning, definitely reek of the walk ofshame.
Feeling the familiar burn of embarrassment in my cheeks, I suck in a breath. Memories of storming out of Jamie’s house that night turn mystomach.
This isn’t the samething.
This isn’t the samething.
It just feels like the samething.
