Her eyes hit his, she smiled and said, “Awesome, you’re up.” Then he lost her attention as she moved through the room toward him, eyes on the box she was balancing and she muttered, “Grab the coffees, babe. We do not need tragedy in the form of the genius of Hilligoss consumed without coffee to wash it down.”
She stopped in front of him, he took the cups and tried to calm his temper. The minute he took them, she moved to the bed, put the box on it and then shrugged her bag off her shoulder, turning and tossing the clearly expensive purse carelessly across the bed to the chair.
She did this talking.
“I learned this morning you never lose the sixth sense only those born and raised in The ‘Burg have.” Her gaze came to him and she was grinning, her dark brown eyes dancing as she announced with mock gravity, “The Hilligoss Sense.” She turned away and was shrugging off her coat and ditto with tossing it across the bed to the chair as she continued, “Got there upon opening on a Sunday. Meant I was fifth in line.” She turned back to him, still smiling. “Got my choice of the whole plethora of Hilligoss delights. I bought two dozen. A Hilligoss smorgasbord. Babe, at home, I dream of a white baker’s box filled with Hilligoss goodness. Outside of my family, it’s the best part of coming home.”
“Beau called.”
She blinked at his words. Then her eyes moved over his face.
“Three times,” Mike finished.
Dusty held his eyes.
Then, to his surprise, she shifted so her back was to the bed and she flopped right down on it.
Lifting both her hands to her face, she muttered from behind them, “Fuck. Beau. Clueless. Clue…less! Fuck!”
“Gave me a message,” Mike carried on, walking the coffees to the nightstand and shoving shit aside to put them there. He straightened and concluded, “Says he wants his woman to call him. Immediately.”
Her hands went away from her face and just her head bent up so her eyes could find his.
“He called me his woman?”
“Yep.”
“To you?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re sure he wasn’t talking about, say, some other woman who is absolutely not me.”
“Yep.”
She stared at him.
Then her head fell back as her hands came down hard, her arms and palms slapping the bedclothes.
“That fucking fucker!” she snapped to the ceiling.
Mike stared at her.
It appeared he’d made another erroneous call about Dusty Holliday.
Fuck.
He walked to the bed and entered it, settling on a hip with one hand to her stomach, the other hand in the bed. Looming over her he watched her glare at the ceiling.
“I take it he’s full of shit,” Mike muttered and just her eyeballs rolled to him.
“Yeah, Mike, Beau is full…of…shit.” She paused then snapped loudly, “Shit!”
Then she suddenly knifed up and leaned to the side. Reaching out, she snatched her phone off the nightstand. Then she sat back and Mike fell to a forearm as he watched her finger sliding and jabbing on the screen of her phone.
She put it to her ear, waited as she crossed her legs then irritably started bouncing a cowboy-booted foot and within seconds began talking.
Or, more to the point, hissing.
“Are you fucking nuts?” Pause then, “No, Beau, don’t answer that. I know you are. First, my brother is dead, it isn’t even seven in the morning my time, in Texas it’s earlier and you’re phoning me?” This ended in a question but she didn’t give him time to answer before she continued sarcastically. “You think, maybe, if I’m sleeping, I might want to sleep instead of getting a phone call from my ex-boyfriend who didn’t catch the big, honkin’ clue I shot his way when I kicked his ass out that we…are…over?” Again, she didn’t wait for a reply, she kept going. “And second, we’re over! For the last time stop calling me!”
Then she took the phone from her ear, jabbed her finger at the screen, hit a button on the side then twisted her torso and tossed it over Mike to the chair. It bounced on her clothes and bag and settled.
She flopped to her back in front of him again, her body bouncing too before it settled.
Then she grumbled, “He ruined Hilligoss goodness shared with a hot guy.”
Mike couldn’t help it. Five minutes before, he was pissed and convinced he’d been played.
Right then, he thought she was fucking hilarious.
So he burst out laughing.
When he was done and looked down at her, she surprised him again. This was because she no longer appeared pissed, she was grinning.
“So I take it you and that guy are over,” Mike drawled and then he got to watch as Dusty burst out laughing.
Fuck, her laughter was as musical as her voice. He’d forgotten that too. Until last night when he got that gift back. And just like everything about her, with maturity, it had gotten a fuckuva lot better.
He settled his hand on her stomach again, felt it tremble with her laughter and watched her hilarity play out, enjoying every second.
Still chuckling, her eyes came to him and she confirmed, “Yeah, babe, Beau and me are over.”
This was good news.