She pushed Brett away and wiped her mouth. Oh, she must look disheveled. This was not good. They didn’t care if she had people over. They’d come over to find her studying with friends before. But this…
Her hands whipped to her lips. They felt tender, swollen. Oh my. Did she look as though she had just been kissed? Because she sure felt as though she had just been kissed. Thoroughly, undoubtedly kissed.
She patted down her clothes. Luckily they weren’t in disarray. Brett hadn’t attempted to feel her again. He looked amazing. Tousled and gorgeous.
“Fix your hair!” she said through clenched teeth.
He shook his head and it fell into place.
“Now sit down with the math book. Hurry.”
She sat down next to him as the door opened.
“Hi, Kathryn,” Deb said. “Studying on a Friday night?”
“Tutoring, actually.” She tried to sound casual, but her voice shook. She hoped Deb and Bruce didn’t notice. “This is Brett. I’m helping him with his algebra.”
“Need to get my grades up for baseball,” Brett offered.
“Well, then, I see why you’re at it on a Friday,” Bruce said. “Sports was always my greatest motivation.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed Kathryn some bills. “Here you go, Kathryn. Thanks very much.”
“No problem. Terry’s never any trouble. She’s been sleeping soundly since bedtime.” She eyed the pizza carton on the coffee table. “Oh, let me just clean up a little.”
“No worries,” Deb said. “I’ve got it. You two go on. Enough studying for one night. Maybe you can hit a late show somewhere.”
“Oh, I don’t think—” Kathryn began.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Kath,” Brett said. “How about it?”
“I have studying.”
“We’ve been studying all night.”
Kathryn bit her swollen bottom lip. They hadn’t been studying all night, which was most likely painfully obvious to Deb and Bruce.
“Should I walk you home?” Bruce asked.
“I’ve got my car. I’ll take her home,” Brett said.
“Brett, I live right down the street.”
“So? Why walk when you can ride with me? Come on.”
“Uh, okay. Thanks Deb and Bruce. See you tomorrow afternoon.”
“Have a fun evening, Kathryn,” Deb said and winked at her.
Kathryn wanted to expire on the spot. Yes, Deb and Bruce were cool. They probably wouldn’t care that she’d been making out with the Italian Stallion in their home. Hell, she’d found a stash of pot in the kitchen cupboards more than once and Deb routinely left her vibrator out in the bathroom.
Yet embarrassment overtook her. She was not Brett Falcone’s girlfriend. Would never be. She shouldn’t have been kissing him. Still, her body moving without benefit of her mind, she let him guide her out the door, down the driveway, to his Chevy parked on the street. Kathryn let him open the door. She slid in, sat on the fabric seat cushion, and inhaled. Pine. A tree-shaped air freshener dangled from the rearview mirror. Nice that he cared how his car smelled. Weird that she cared he cared.
He got in beside her and started the engine.
“You won’t get in trouble for me being there, will you?”
She snapped her mind out of its fog. “No. They don’t care.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to cost you your babysitting job.” He laughed. “Then again, if you lost it, you could spend more time with me.”