Page 31 of Rest In Pieces

Mama didn’t raise no pussy, but she didn’t raise a nun either.

I take the seat next to him, wondering if he’ll remember me.

He looks up, his mouth dropping open. “Amity.”

“Hello, Sleeping Beauty.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I start to wonder if I should try making small talk. I can practically feel myself breaking out in hives at the thought.

“You’re here.”

I grin. “Did you think you were dreaming?” Ugh, no flirting, Amity.

His eyes rove over me, heating my skin everywhere they touch.

“No. You’re better than anything I could’ve dreamed up.”

“Smooooth. Looks like your game’s improved since last night.”

He groans and covers his eyes. “Tell me I wasn’t a dick.”

“You were adorable.”

“Great. I must have left my man card in my other jeans.”

I can’t help but laugh at how mortified he looks. But that does nothing to detract from how hot he is. I had hoped I’d imagined that part, but with him all up in my face right now, it’s hard to deny. The only thing that’s stopping me from swooning off the chair is the death grip I’ve got on the counter.

He’s an odd contradiction, though, and it makes me as curious as Alice in Wonderland. He’s kind of sweet and self-deprecating. But he screams bad decision.

“Look, I want to apologize for what happened last night.”

I wave him off. “We’ve all been drunk before.”

“Not that. Well, not just that. I mean, when you took me back to the clubhouse.”

“Oh.” I wonder if he got the real version of events or someone else’s. “I really did just take you back to make sure you were safe. You were pretty drunk, and I couldn’t just leave you there like that.”

“You could’ve. You probably should’ve. It might’ve all been an act to get you and your friend alone.”

“Trust me, I learned my lesson. But just so you know, if you’d have tried anything, I would have shot your dick off.”

He covers his dick with his hand, making me grin even though I’m trying to be serious.

“Sorry about that. We’re short-staffed today. Here you go, G. What can I get you, sweetheart?” the woman with the awesome hair asks me.

“Oh, I called an order in earlier for Amity.”

“Oh, let me go grab it for you.”

Once she’s gone, I turn back to G, who’s digging into his pancakes.

He pauses mid-bite. “You want some?”

I shake make head. “I’ve got food coming, though I wish I’d ordered pancakes now.”

“You should’ve. Here, try.” He lifts a bite to my lips.

I open my mouth, and he slides the fork in. He pulls it out, his eyes on my tongue as I lick my lips.