“That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Galvin—but I’m sure he’s a very busy man.”
“Sobusy.” The front of my hand brushes the back side of her legs, just below the frayed hemline of her sexy little jean shorts.
“I went to Madison, you know,” I feel the need to say. “That’s nothin’ to sniff at.”
All Colter men go to Madison—well, us boys, anyway. Dad went to Clemson because he couldn’t get into Texas A & M and he never got over it. Clemson is one of the best but my Pop’s held a grudge, bitter that he went there, a staunch Texan till the day he died.
“Why are you breathing down my neck?” Comes Posey’s reply. “I can feel your boobs against my back.”
My boobs? Men don’t have boobs. “My pecs?” I flex so they move up and down. “These?”
“Oh my God, stop it.” She laughs. “Don’t be weird.”
“Sorry, you made it weird when you told that joke about flowers on your vagina.”
She snickers. “I don’t have flowers on my vagina.”
Mrs. Galvin clears her throat, still lingering, still watching, still unimpressed.
“Well.” She hmphs. “Have a good night.”
“Oh, we will.” I step sideways and forward so I’m next to Posey, my arm going around her shoulders. “Just two kin sharing a few laughs.”
Mrs. Galvin looks thoroughly disgusted, and when she’s hobbled her way out of the frame, Posey steps out of my hold and gives me a good whack.
“What the hell was that? I have to live here when you leave, you know!”
She’s a cute little thing when she’s riled up.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I go back to the hammer and resume my task, two more cookies on the plate to occupy my mouth. “There more of these?”
“Obviously.”
Good.
Suddenly, I have an appetite for something sweet.
9
posey
Ihave to get out of this house.
Have to get away from Duke, dear Lord.
Day by day, he swallows up the oxygen in this house with his presence. His cologne. His height. His muttering. His firm muscles and thick neck and insanely strong forearms.
The brush of his hand against the underside of my butt cheek this afternoon; it had me wanting to shiver.
Definitely sent a tingle between my legs.
Duke’s body was warm behind mine. Big and tall and warm.
We have now been living together a full week—I’m gone during the day, and he’s had a handful of video calls with his agent and a Brett O’Bannion, whom I had to Google to find out he is the coach for the Dallas Steers.
Is that what the big hoopla is?
They sounded chummy, those few snippets I overheard the other night when I’d come home early and Duke’s door was ajar.