I did know. And in this case, I could actually relate. With more than a little nervousness, I asked, "Did Joel take her up on it?"
"That's the best part," Cassie said. "He turned her down flat."
Relief coursed through me. "Really? How'd she take it?"
"Like a dog in heat."
I frowned. "Huh?"
"The way I hear it, she wouldn't take no for an answer. She starts rubbing on him and saying stuff like–" Cassie did a mock impression of Angelina. "'–Listen, Lover-boy, one night inmybed, and you won'twantto go anywhere."
Lover-boy?I almost shuddered. "So what'd he do then?"
"At first, he's trying to be cool about it. But then, when shestillwon't take no for an answer, he tells her to piss off."
I felt my eyebrows furrow. "Piss off?"
"Yup," Cassie said. "Exact words, according to Terry."
"So then what happened?"
"So then, Angelina tellshim, 'Hey, if that's your kink, count me in.'"
I felt my body go rigid. "You mean like–"
"Pissing on each other?" Cassie laughed. "Yeah. That's the way it sounded."
I almost didn't know what to say.Talk about unsanitary."What did Joel do?"
Cassie gave a nonchalant shrug. "Well, whatcouldhe do? He whips it out and pees on her."
My jaw hit the floor. After a long, horrible moment, I managed to say, "Please tell me you're kidding."
Cassie burst out laughing. "Of course I'm kidding! Jeez. You should see your face."
I didn'twantto see. I could still feel the heat burning across my cheeks. Somehow, I managed to ask, "So tell me. What did hereallydo?"
"He shrugs out of her buxom clutches and gets the hell out of dodge, leaves her standing there, panting after him."
I gave a little shudder. "Better panting than peeing."
"You're telling me," Cassie said. "So anyway, she finally flounces off, looking for Derek."
"Did she find him?"
"Nope. By then, he was long gone."
Probably, Angelina was lucky, at least when it came to Derek, because a few days later, it wasmedealing with him. And, with Joel set to arrive any minute, it was a disaster waiting to happen.
Chapter 35
Standing on the front porch, Derek made a show of looking at the yard. "It's getting a little long, isn't it?"
Oh, crap.I gave the lawn a nervous look. "You mean the grass?"
"Well, I'm not talking about the driveway if that was your other guess."
God, what an ass.
