Leaving in a few days.
And I…
Live in a fucking bubble. Nothing is ever just mine, nothing is sacred, nothing is simple.
So I’m going to enjoy this fucking kiss with Posey if it’s the last thing I fucking do, and pardon my swearing.
There’s a knock on the window.
Shit.
It’s Mrs. Galvin, and she looks stunned. “You said she was your cousin!” she damn near shrieks at the pair of us through the rolled-up window.
Faster than you can say “go away, Mrs. Galvin,” Posey rears away from me to the other side of the cab.
“Oh my God!” She slides down in the seat in an attempt to hide, covering her face with the baseball cap. “Oh my God, she saw us, and I told her you were my cousin! Ew! This is so embarrassing.”
“Serves her right for spyin’.’” I roll my eyes so hard that the old woman? Her mouth falls open. “That old bat knows damn well you’re not my cousin. She implied as much when she was extorting tickets from me.”
I unlock the door and push it open, stepping out into the dark night.
“Hey, Mrs. G—whatcha doin’ up so late?” I check the watch on my wrist. “It’s eleven o’clock.”
“I’m a night owl. Don’t worry about what I’m doing up so late. Worry about why you’ve got your hands on this sweet girl.”
Sweet girl? She’s obviously never heard Posey get pissed off once someone has eaten her cake without asking.
“Hey, Mrs. Galvin, um, is everything okay?” Posey comes around the front of the truck, arms folded across her chest, attempting to look as if she hadn’t just been kissing me in the dark—attempting to look worried for the neighbor lady.
“I’m fine. You should be inside. It’s late.”
“No offense, ma’am, but we just drove two hours from seein’ my brothers, not that it’s any of your business.”
Her mouth falls open farther, and Posey swats at my arm.
“We’re just going inside. If you need anything, let me know.” My sexy little roomie grabs my forearm and drags me toward the porch, up the steps, to the back door.
“Or don’t. Don’t let us know,” I grumble as Posey unlocks the door.
“You’re so grouchy sometimes,” she tells me as she tosses the keys on the kitchen counter and kicks off her shoes at the same time.
“Grouchy? Was I actin’ grouchy in the car when you had your lips all over mine?”
Posey laughs, walking toward the dining room. “Um, you had your lips all over mine—thatwasn’t my idea.” She glances over her shoulder at me, and I catch it as she rounds the corner, heading toward the stairs. “Besides. The kiss was just…okay.”
Ex-fucking-cuse me!
The kiss was just okay?
“You’re lyin’.”
I’m at the bottom of the stairs as she flips her long ponytail. “Try harder next time.”
Try harder next time?
What the.
That little…