Reagan kissed her on the cheek before taking the co ee.
“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver. T minus thirty hours and I think we’re all freaking out a little bit.”
“Even you?” Libby quirked her eyebrow.
Reagan took a deliberately long sip of her co ee instead of responding.
“Wow.” Libby exaggerated her disbelief. “The coolest cucumber on the planet is nervous?”
“Well. This cuke has never tried to sell like a thousand pieces in one day to a room full of strangers.”
“Don’t you worry about selling,” Libby said, inching forward and grabbing her overall’s straps. “You don’t have to do any selling. All you have to do is mingle, walk around, and be your usual charming self.”
Reagan grinned before setting her cup down on her cart full of bone-white ceramics and wrapped her arms around her waist. “What did I do to get so lucky, huh?”
Libby wiggled her eyebrows before planting a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You haven’t even gotten lucky yet.”
Reagan squeezed her tighter. “I’m not sure I can handle any more luck,” she whispered against the shell of her ear.
Running her fingers over the soft, newly buzzed hair at the base of her neck, Libby grinned. “Oh, come on. I’m sure
you can handle me.”
“Why don’t we go upstairs, and you can luck me as much as you want?”
The prospect of slipping away to her apartment and ripping each other’s clothes o was painfully tempting, but they’d made it this far already. She didn’t want their first time to be a rushed tryst with a packed house.
“I have to record for the channel today,” Libby responded with a frown. “I can’t mess up my hair,” she added before pretending to flu her wavy ‘do.
Reagan slumped her shoulders. “All right. I guess I won’t hold you up. I have a ton of stu to get out of the kilns and all the final things to fire.” Reality broke them apart, and Reagan picked up her co ee cup. “Thanks for driving all the way out here to bring reinforcements. I’ll walk you out.”
“Are you going to show me what you’ve made?” Libby asked as they passed her private work area where things of varying sizes were covered in canvas and tarps.
Reagan slipped her hand in Libby’s and smiled. “You’ll see in thirty hours.”
“How can I hype it up if I haven’t seen it?”
Laughing, Reagan pushed open the front door and dragged her along. “I thought you could sell anything. Aren’t intangible concepts your stock-in-trade? Help me build a little mystery.”
“Fine,” she agreed with a sigh when they reached the driver’s side door of her SUV.
“Trust me,” Reagan leaned forward, pressing Libby against the door before slipping her thigh between her legs.
The contact produced an immediate jolt of desire. “It’ll be worth the wait . . . but not nearly as much as you are.”
The words, warm and wet against her skin, made Libby’s head reel and her body ache. “I’m so ready for you,” she groaned as she snaked her arms around Reagan’s torso.
Reagan sti ened. “I wasn’t trying to rush you, I was just
—” Her dark eyes were huge and filled with worry.
Libby bit the inside of her cheek before interrupting her.
“You’ve been exceedingly patient and respectful,” she assured her. “And I’m ready to take the next step with you,”
she confessed, surprised by her own words but feeling the truth at her core.
“Not to go all high school on you here, but does that mean we’re in GF status?” Reagan asked, her forehead wrinkling adorably.