That had me laughing. Jen had a thing about white teeth and clean shoes. Anything else was pretty much a green light when she was horny.
“Go on, what was it?”
“The teacher was new. Only called me goddamn Fionnabhair.”
I winced. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I wanted to crawl under the desk. Not only couldn’t he say it, he made a joke about it. The shithouse. I mean, you know I hate my name, Aoife, but Christ. The dude totally deserved a slap.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t give him some attitude after class.”
She hissed. “I did. Bastard.”
Jennifer was the modern-day version of Fionnabhair, and she’d been calling herself that ever since Dougie MacIntyre had taken to calling her, ‘Flea in a bed’ in elementary school. To an American ear, there was a slight resemblance between the two. Not that I’d ever told Jenny that.
“Good. Hope you gave him a tongue lashing.”
“Well, no. He’d better be giving me one though. I made time for him in my busy schedule next Saturday.”
“You’re going to date him?” I squawked. “What was all that crap about being too tired for sex?”
“I made an exception. He has McDreamy hair, Aoife. I wasn’t about to pass that up.”
I chuckled. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy good,” she purred. “Anyway, I’d better get going, sugar. I have so much crap to do before my shift. If I don’t call you in a few days, call me, yeah?”
My lips curved in a warm smile. “Thanks, Jen. You take care and get some rest when you can.”
“Will do, Mom.” She snorted then cut the call.
The last thing I wanted was to lay in bed for the rest of the day, but because I had no say in the matter, I reached for the headphones Finn bought me as a gift after I’d complained about how loud the kids were here, and picked up my kindle.
If I couldn’t get any of the shit done for my bakery, and if all I could do was lie here in this damn bed, then that’s what I’d do.
Quintessence here I come.