Billie’s smile widened. “That sounds awesome. I’m starved. Let’s go to The Grill.”
“You guys go,” Betty said, a touch of frost in her voice as she sidled past Shane and was out the door before anyone could stop her.
“Wow,” Billie said with a slight tremor. “What does a girl have to do to get on her good side?”
“Billie, she doesn’t mean it. You know how dramatic she is.” Bobbi leaned into Shane and loved the way his arms held her. Like she was his. The thought left her warm and fuzzy and more than a little scared.
“Yeah, well, her drama is getting old. What the hell did I ever do to her anyway?” Billie tossed the now empty Gatorade into the trash bin and stretched. “She’s only here because she has nowhere else to go. Betty only cares about herself and as soon as she figures out a way to leave she will. Truthfully, I won’t be standing in her way. I’ll be holding the door open and slamming it shut behind her.”
“Okay, that would be my cue to leave.” Shane kissed Bobbi on the mouth but before he could leave her hands crept into his hair, holding him in place.
His eyes were dark, shiny, and with his lids half hooded he looked sexy as hell. “Why are you here,” she breathed against his mouth.
He nipped her top lip and bent forward, nuzzling her beneath her ear as he pulled her into a hug. “I had to drop by the lawyer’s office and thought I’d surprise you.”
“You did,” she murmured. “And if Betty hadn’t of been here—”
“Guys,” Billie interrupted. “I’m still here.”
Shane stepped back and she let him go, reluctantly. Her fingers trailed across his chest, her eyes lingered on his. He was so male. So hard and yummy that she wished they were at his place, in his bed, doing all sorts of naughty things.
Nooner.
Hell, yeah. That sounded more than good right now. A slight blush flushed her cheeks as an image of them the night before—
“I know what you’re thinking about,” Shane said roughly, his voice a low rumble in her ear as he bent forward once more.
Their morning had been like that. Full of long looks, longer touches, and an even longer goodbye. She’d spent the entire night with Shane and waking up in his arms was pretty much what she figured Heaven was like. It had felt so right, it hurt.
“Really,” she answered throatily.
“I’m guessing it involves one of my ties, that special lotion you brought home and those silver balls on a chain?” His breath was warm on her face and God help her, but she was wet. And horny. And aching for him.
“You know,” he continued. “The ones that we—”
“Jesus, Shane. It’s not cool to have talking sex in front of me. Logan’s been gone on business since Monday so this…”
They both turned to Billie, who was gesturing madly with her hands.
“This isn’t fair.” Billie frowned darkly, her eyes swinging from Bobbi and then back to Shane. “Aren’t you supposed to be looking after the shop anyway?”
“Calm down, Barker. Janelle’s there and everything is fine.”
“Where did Logan go?” Bobbi asked.
Billie shrugged. “Los Angeles.”
Shane pressed one more heated kiss on her mouth. “You’re still on for dinner?”
Bobbi nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Thanks, babe. I’ll pick you up around six.”
Bobbi watched him leave and then sank back onto the desk, momentarily forgetting that her sister was still in the room.
Billie grabbed a Snickers bar from her bag and spoke through chocolate and caramel.
“So, what’s up tonight?”