“Do you want to tell me what you and Sandy were talking about? The tension was so thick in the air, I could have cut it with a knife.”
I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck and sighed. As much as I didn’t want to talk about it, I knew I needed to. “Turns out a few years ago Sandy and some friends of hers had a private party at the club I used to work for.”
“Okay, so why are you so angry? Because she recognized you?”
I was somewhat stunned Meagan took that bit of information as well as she did. “I’m angry because I don’t want to be running into women I’ve danced for, and I’m pissed she came on to me.”
Meagan’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean she came on to you?”
I blew out a breath and looked away. “She tried touching me a few times and mentioned something about going down memory lane.”
“What?” Meagan shouted as I glanced back over to her. “Oh my God, I wish I had heard that.” Meagan balled her fists up and shook her head. “Oh . . . oh . . . I really want to punch her in her—”
I anxiously waited to hear where she wanted to punch Sandy. “In her what?”
“Her throat!”
Well, okay then.
Lifting my eyebrows, I asked, “Her throat?”
“That little cunt licker. I cannot believe, with her own father in the house, she had the nerve to make a move on you! Wait until our next family get together.”
God, I love this woman.
“Babe, did you call her a . . . cunt licker?”
Meagan snarled up her lip as she narrowed her brows. “Ugh. Yes!”
“Is Sandy a swinger?”
Meagan’s mouth gaped open. “How the hell would I know?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I let out a chuckle. “I don’t know, you called her a cunt licker.”
Meagan pursed her lips together as she shook her head and let out a frustrated breath. “That’s just something Grace said once, and it seemed like a good time to use it.”
“Because you think she’s a swinger?”
Her hands flew to her hips. “Jesus H. Christ, Gray! I don’t have a damn clue what she is and I don’t give a flying fuck. All I know is she tried to get you to sleep with her and I want to punch her in her throat!”
Laughing, I pulled Meagan into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. It didn’t take long before we were all over each other and in bed naked.
It was the perfect way to end a perfectly shit-filled day. Meagan wrapped up in my arms as we drifted off to sleep.
Meagan
I LOWERED THE book I had been reading and stole a peek at Grayson. He was buried in files that were laid out in front of him. He worked so hard and I knew he was trying to prove to everyone he deserved to be the youngest, fastest promoted detective on the Durango force.
“You hungry?” I asked as I stood up and stretched.
“Nah, you go on ahead and eat something, babe.”
With a frown, I slowly turned and headed to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I glanced around.
Nothing.
Ugh. Single men never keep food in their houses. Shutting the door, I made my way to the pantry. I wonder why I just don’t talk to Grayson about moving in together. What am I afraid of?
I stood there mindlessly looking at ten different boxes of cereal as I contemplated talking to Grayson about living with him. It was the middle of March and we had been going strong as official boyfriend and girlfriend for two months.
Two months. Maybe that’s too soon?
Chewing on my thumbnail, I leaned against the island as I thought this through. Maybe having our two separate spaces was a good thing for right now. Even though I spent ninety-nine percent of my time here, I still had my apartment to go to.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket as I pulled it out and smiled.
Mitchell.
Mitchell: Hey Meg. Are we still on for Monday afternoon?
Me: Yep! I’ll see you at the office around 3:45.
Mitchell: Okay good. See you then. Bye.
I stared at the message and thought it was kind of strange for Mitchell to text me just for a reminder. I often gave my cell phone number to my patients. Melissa frowned on it, but I felt like it allowed them to trust me a bit more. Almost all of them communicated through text for their appointments or when they were faced with a tough time.
“What are you doing staring at your phone?”
My head snapped up as I smiled at the handsome man in front of me. My eyes roamed his perfectly toned body as I felt a pull in my lower stomach.
Struggling to find my voice, I grinned and said, “It was Mitchell.”
Grayson lifted his eyebrows. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Mitchell.”
My interest was piqued. “Oh yeah? What about?”
The refrigerator opened and Grayson pulled out a beer. With a quick twist of the cap, the bottle hit his lips and caused me to moan internally. What I wouldn’t give to have those lips kiss my body. My breasts. My stomach. My throbbing wet—
“Meg? Are you listening to me?”
I shook my head to rid me of my dirty thoughts. “What? I’m sorry what did you say?”