I tugged off my headphones, amazing noise-canceling ones, to take a break. I needed my sugar fix, and I’d get that from the cookie jar filled with lollipops that were on the counter in the kitchen. The new command center that we were building was almost done, which meant my days working in Ford’s grandma’s sewing room were almost over.
“What will you wear?”
It was Mrs. L’s voice from the kitchen. As usual. It was after lunch, and the scent of something baking, something chocolaty, made me hungry. I wasn’t sure what she had planned for the evening meal, but I was eager for her chocolate cake. Or brownies. Or whatever the hell it was that had my mouth watering.
“Jeans and a cute top, I guess.”
Quincy.
Just the sound of her voice made my dick stir.
“Wear a dress. If I had legs like yours, I’d want to show them off. Especially on a date.”
What the…what?
I spun my chair around to face the doorway to the kitchen but didn’t move. Quincy was talking freely, and she sure as shit didn’t do that when I was around. To say that every single fucking interaction we’ve had since her arrival had been awkward and angry was an understatement.
No woman should affect me like she did. Yet she did.
And she lived right down the hall!
“It’s not an official date. I’m just meeting him there.”
“Even more reason. He’s a good one, dear.”
Who was a good one?
“He likes you.”
Who liked Quincy?I gripped the armrests of my chair and wanted to rip one off and throw it out the window.
Quincy laughed. “You don’t know that.”
“Actually, I do.”
“He told you that? That he liked me?”
“I get all kinds of information out of people,” Mrs. L replied.
She sure did. That meant if some guy liked Quincy, it was the truth. But who?
I stood and stepped closer.
“Just like I can see from looking at that sly smile on your face that you like him, too.”
“Mrs. L,” she scoffed. “I barely know Lee, and I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Then definitely wear the dress. Easy access.”
What the fuck?What kind of eighty-something spoke about easy access to pussy?
I stomped into the kitchen and saw the blush on Quincy’s cheeks, and it wasn’t from the heat of the oven.
“You’re going out with Lee Landers?” I asked. Yeah, my voice was a little raised but whatever.
Quincy blinked at me, then her forehead wrinkled with exaggerated incredulity. The kind that said,stay out of my business. That was the look I was used to.
She scoffed. “It’s none of your business, but yes.”