I heard his teeth grind, and peeked up at him to see his tense jaw working side to side. “I know.”
“So sorry I don’t have time to reciprocate,” I whispered, stretching to kiss his jaw.
“No you’re not.”
“Well,” I said, patting his cheek, “you need to go wash up anyway. May as well pull double duty and jerk off in the bathroom.” I kissed his chin, adding, “Again.”
He bent low, inhaling into my neck, before slamming his hand on the wall beside my head, turning, and storming out of the dressing room. Walking to the wall, I flipped on the light and studied my reflection in the mirrors lining the room. I tucked a stray strand of hair back into my little diamond clip and smiled at myself in the mirror before stepping out into the hall.
Will walked out of the men’s room just as Bennett shoved past him inside. Turning to me, he laughed, asking, “What’s with him?”
Shrugging, I said simply, “It’s his own fault.”
He nodded in mock sympathy and then asked, “You ready for tomorrow?”
“Not remotely.”
He put an arm around me. “It’ll be perfect. And even if it’s not perfect, there will be alcohol.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I’m actually not nervous, just—”
“Mommy, that’s the man with the big weenis! I saw him in the bathroom earlier!”
We both looked down to see the small son of Bennett’s third cousin Kate pointing at Will.
I slapped a hand over my mouth to hold in a loud burst of laughter. Will’s hands flew up into the air and a look of horror passed over his face. “I swear I did not show him—”
“Oh, I know you didn’t,” Kate assured him, eyes wide and apologetic. She bit her lip, staring maybe a beat too long at Will. A long, uncomfortable silence passed before she seemed to remember herself and blinked down to her son. “He’s potty training and my husband told me he was checking you out earlier.” She did a full-body wince, adding, “Not that my husband was checking you out. And not that he wouldn’t. Except, he wouldn’t because he’s married. And not into guys? But he did mention that our son was walking around and . . . Oh, God.” Without another word, she grabbed her son’s hand and pulled him into the women’s room.
I blinked up to Will, eyes wide. “What was that?”
He shrugged, laughing a little. “The kid was walking around us at the urinals while his dad washed his hands. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Why do women lose their ability to speak around you?”
“Do they now?” he asked, grinning flirtatiously at me. “You’re speaking.”
“That’s because I’m more dragon than woman,” I replied with a wink.
“Touché.” Looking back at me, his eyes grew a little heated, as if he had a bone to pick with me. “There is something I want to discuss with you, however.”
“William,” I said, leaning against the wall, “I’m flattered, but if you’re going to chastise me about something, you won’t know what hit you when it’s my turn to speak.”
He exhaled, staring me down. “Honestly, Chloe, you’re the one woman I’m sure would take me over her knee and break my spine. This is about your husband-to-be.”
“What did he do now?”