“Thanks,” I said, dropping them on the porch.
“Traitor!” Sierra growled, squirming against me.
“I love you, honey. We’ll talk tomorrow,” Raquel said, closing the door.
I grabbed the globe of Sierra’s ass before giving it a smack. “Quiet, Moonbeam, their baby’s sleepin’.”
“You are beyond the pale, Booth Reid.”
I lowered her to the ground and asked, “Yougonna put your boots on, or am I doin’ it for you?”
She shoved her feet in her boots, then stomped off the porch and started walking toward the cabin. I dragged my hands down my face. “Where ya goin’, Moonbeam?”
She raised both hands and flipped me off as she continued marching away.
I couldn’t stop a grin. Jesus, she was cute.
She was wearing one of her older hippie dresses which was a little too long, so she had to hold it up with one hand as she walked, and her boots weren’t tied properly, so she kept yelling obscenities when she tripped.
“Baby, it’s dark and wet. Let me drive you up.”
She flipped me off again.
Then immediately slid sideways and landed flat on her ass. “Goddamn it!”
Fuck!
“Are you hurt?” I called.
She didn’t answer.
I rushed toward her.
“Sierra, are you hurt?”
Her head was on her upraised knees, her shoulders were shaking, and my heart raced.
Fuck.
“Baby, talk to me.” I hunkered down beside her. “Did you twist something?”
She shook her head, and it was then I realized she was laughing.
I sat beside her and sighed. “Talk to me, Moonbeam.”
“God, you are such a dick,” she said, dissolving into uncontrollable giggles.
“This is funny?”
“Yes!” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Why is it funny?”
“Because it should make me hate you.”
“But it doesn’t?” I prompted.
“No,” she cried, slamming her fists on the wet ground. “It makes me horny. God! I’m so fucked up.”