Sleeping With Her Enemy(62)
He let loose a low whistle. “Damn. You are good at this.” The praise warmed her insides, foolish girl that she was. “Thanks for colluding with me to such epic proportions.”
“You know, I felt a little bad about it initially, but I can see now that your cause is just.” He really did love his parents. It was kind of remarkable. “I think it’s better for them to make a move while they’re still mobile and active, rather than wait until they’re forced to, and—” She stopped. She was talking about them like she was a third sibling, like she had a say in the matter along with Dax and Kat.
But he didn’t call her on it. Didn’t even seem to notice, just said, “You’re right.”
“I usually am,” she shot back, falling back on their bantering ways to hide her discomfort.
He smiled softly—not mockingly—and glanced at her sideways. “Don’t I know it, Strawberry Girl.”
Gah! What was happening here? He was being all cryptic. And nice. Neither of which she was prepared for. Flustered, she looked out the window as the streets of prewar bungalows indicated they’d arrived in Scarborough.
When he pulled into his parents’ driveway and cut the ignition, he turned to her. “Hey. After we drop my mom off tonight, you want to…go to a movie?”
Her face went red. It must have because she could feel the heat surging into her cheeks. She wiped a speck of imaginary lint off her sleeve, and as she reached for the door handle, said, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
…
“Holy fuck.”
“Such a potty mouth,” Amy said, laughing as she fell over next to him and landed on her back.
Had he said that out loud?
Well, at least this time he’d managed to get all their clothes off and steer them onto a bed before nuclear annihilation occurred. And thankfully, he’d been able to…draw things out a little more. Not that she’d been any help in the matter, constantly exhorting him to go faster, harder, begging for more. And when it turned out that he was like a teenager with her, ready to go again in a shockingly short span of time, she’d shot him a look and burrowed under the covers. He’d thrown them off, because if Amy Morrison was going to wrap her lips around his cock, he was sure as hell going to watch.
Goddamn. The red lipstick had faded and gotten all messed up, some of it migrating to the skin surrounding her lips, and her hair splayed out on his pillow as she grinned at the ceiling. They were at his condo this time, it being the closest location to the downtown Lightbox Theater where they’d seen some endlessly long Danish film with no lighting. How had he ever thought of Amy as Miss Frostypants? Miss Firepants was more like it. Or Miss FireNoPants. Or whatever.
“My brother’s coming to town.”
“That’s…great,” he managed, it taking him a moment to catch up to the notion that they were now talking about mundane everyday things even though his head had just exploded a minute ago. “Just in town for a visit?”
“Yeah. I think he’s worried about me.”
Dax furrowed his brow. Oh, right. The wedding. The non-wedding. It seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago. “Where does he live?”
“Ottawa. He’s a political consultant. Which basically means he’s a professional campaign manager.”
“He stays with your parents when he visits?”
“Oh, God, no. He stays with me.”
“Does he even see your parents?”
“He probably will.” She shuddered. “Ahh. I dread it. Seeing them is going to be the worst.”
“You haven’t seen them since the wedding?” He tried to keep the incredulity out of his voice.
She shook her head no. “My mother called last week, but that’s it.”
Was that even possible? To live in the same town with one’s relatives and go a month without seeing them? His mother would set up camp on his porch before that would be allowed to happen. And her parents had watched her be abandoned at the altar and had just gotten around to calling now?
“She thinks it’s all my fault.”
“What? Mason’s little stunt?”
She nodded. He got the sense that she was trying to look blasé.
“Well, that just doesn’t make sense.”
“She says that if I hadn’t been so career-focused and”—she made air quotes with her fingers—“‘dominant,’ Mason wouldn’t have been scared off.”
“Screw that. Let your brother see them if he wants. You don’t have to go.”
“You know, I might not.”
He wanted to tell her to come to the island instead so they could canoe. Or ask her to “go to a movie.” But when she hopped out of bed and started gathering her clothes, he stopped himself.