Page 87 of Old Habits
The headboard slaps the wall behind us with each quick and firm thrust, interrupting the thoughts I can’t seem to force out of my brain. I’m in Will Myers’ bed. There shouldn’t be anything else on my mind right now but the idea of sweet vengeance on the people of Clover, Kansas is just as pleasurable.
Well… maybe not as pleasurable.
Will pins my wrists above my head and he doesn’t let go until I’m screaming his name.
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Do you have a natural urge to make people smile?
The Party Planning Committee of Clover, Kansas wants YOU!
We’re looking for a few happy individuals to join our team!
Holidays! Birthdays! Baby Showers!
You name it! We plan it!
I stare at the flier on the counter in front of me. The more I read it, the more it makes sense.
I’m getting on that damn party planning committee.
The entry bell chimes and I quickly shove the flier into the front pocket of my smock.
“Hello!” I greet, glancing over my shoulder toward the door.
Will walks in with Andy trailing behind him and I relax the customer-serving tension in my shoulders.
“Hey, guys,” I say. “What are you up to today?”
They stop at the counter and Will points a finger at Andy. “Your response?”
Andy nods. “Reading books, eating veggies, and not mentioning Jovie.”
“No, you don’t mention Jovie.” Will sighs. “We’ll work on it again later. Go play with the dinosaurs.”
I laugh as the kid rushes off toward the far corner. “You’re creating quite the future politician there.”
“Oh, he’s going places. Mark my words.”
“So, what are you guys up to?” I ask again.
Will takes my hand. “We just got some lunch and now we’re on our way back to the house but I thought I’d stop in here for some dessert.”
He kisses my knuckles and grins.
“Mmm. Just what every woman loves…” I fake a swoon. “Being compared to food.”
“There’s that sugary sweetness I can’t get enough of.”
I pull my hand back. “Better not stay too long. Mr. Trin’s as hardcore about the rules now than he ever was. If he catches me chatting on the clock, he’ll make me scrub the sinks again.”
He rests his elbows on the counter. “We won’t stay long. Just wanted to see how you were doing. You left pretty quickly this morning.”
“Well, I figured Sara would be by early to drop off the kid.” I pull the crinkled flier from my smock and lay it between us. “Also, I wanted to get here and read this a little closer.”
His eyes drop to it and his brow slowly furrows. “The party planning committee?”
“Yeah.”