Picking up the lid, I nearly broke the mayo jar as I screwed it back on.
“You guess?” Dee laughed. At this point, I’d swear she was yelling. “Girl, he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off you.”
I smushed the slice of bread down, my jaw grinding until there was a good chance I was going to crack my molars.
“I’m pretty sure the same thing can be said about Adam when he sees you in the dress you got,” Kat replied.
Dee giggled. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”
Oh for the love of everything in this world and the universe…
There was a pause. “You sure about the dress, though? It’s kind of low-cut.”
I closed my eyes, swallowing a groan.
“Oh, I’m sure,” Dee assured her. “I’m so sure.”
All but slamming the sandwich down on my plate, I was seconds from tossing myself out the kitchen window, but then I heard Kat saying she was heading back home and a few seconds later, the door shut.
I moved silently to the window by the table that overlooked the front yard. Kat appeared in the waning light, her backpack bumping off her lower back as she crossed the driveways. That ponytail of hers swayed with each step. As did her hips. My gaze dropped.
It was a couple of days after the day at her car and the tiny trace wasn’t at all visible. Thank God. But I still worried and I—
“What are you doing?” Dee asked.
So caught up in being…well, sort of creepily watching Kat, my sister had sneaked up on me. That never happened. I turned around slowly. “Nothing. What are you doing?”
The look on her face screamed she didn’t believe me. “Nothing.”
I arched a brow.
She mirrored the gesture. “My ‘nothing’ means I’m not checking someone out from the kitchen window.”
My eyes narrowed.
“You know,” she continued, walking over to the counter. “You could’ve come into the living room and stared at her in person. You didn’t have to hide in your bedroom and then in the kitchen.”
“I wasn’t hiding.”
“Uh-huh.” She spotted my turkey sandwich. “Did I tell you—”
“That’s my sandwich. Don’t…” Too late. I sighed as I watched her take a huge bite. “Help yourself.”
“Thank you,” she said as she chewed. “You make awesome sandwiches.”
“I know,” I grumbled.
Dee grinned as she leaned against the counter. “Did I tell you about the awesome dress Katy bought?”
Pulling out the kitchen chair, I dropped down in it and stretched out my legs. “Why would you tell me about her dress?”
“I didn’t, but I’m sure you heard us talking about it.”
“People in the next state heard you talking about it, Dee.”
She ignored that. “It’s stunning and Katy looks amazing in it.”
My jaw was starting to ache again.
“Like she’s going to look so hot at the dance, so hot.” Dee paused, taking another huge bite of my sandwich. “Oh, and did I tell you Simon is taking her out?”
I counted to ten before answering. “Yes, Dee, you told me, and I think you’re a crappy friend for allowing her to go with him.”
“I am not a crappy friend!” She stomped her bare foot and rattled the chairs. “I know Kat isn’t in trouble with him. She’ll be fine. Anyway, did you know about the party after the dance?”
“Everyone knows about the party after the dance.”
She waved the sandwich like she was saluting me with it. “Well, since you know everything, smart-ass, then you know Simon invited Kat.”
I stilled. “She’s not going with him to that damn field party.”
“Oh. Yes.” Dee smiled broadly and downright evilly. “Yes, she is.”
No way. All anyone did at the party was get drunk and get laid, namely Simon. If he was taking her there…
My stomach churned.
“Don’t worry, Adam and I are going. She’ll be okay there.” She finished off the sandwich, not even saving me a tiny piece. Then again, I didn’t have much of an appetite right now. “Too bad you’re not going to see Kat in her dress since you’re too cool to go to homecoming.”
“I never said I wasn’t going.”
Dee plastered a blank look on her face. “You didn’t? Huh. I was pretty sure you said something like…” She deepened her voice. “‘I’d rather punch myself in the nuts then go to that stupid dance.’ Or something like that.”
My lips twitched. “That was last year.”
“When you were dating Ash.”
I said nothing.
“So you’re going to the dance?” she asked, flipping the long wavy black hair over her shoulder. When I said nothing, the blank look faded. “I bet you’re going to that damn field party, too.”
I smiled tightly. “What color is Kat’s dress?”
Dee struggled to keep her expression bland and failed. Her eyes glimmered. “You’re going to love it. That’s all I’m going to say. You’re just going to have to wait and see.”
Adjusting my tie, I stepped out of the SUV and grabbed my tux jacket off the backseat, slipping it on. Immediately, I wanted to strip the damn thing off.