Page 22 of Doctor Holliday
“Mmm.” She pursed her lips. “Well, you know I have a daughter. We’re close. We do a lot together.”
“I could tell.”
His comment lit her face with happiness.
“She’s leaving next year. For college. I have to keep reminding myself that she’s here right now. Otherwise, I tend to get a little maudlin and weepy which is a waste of the time we do have together.”
“Maudlin,” he repeated with a small smile. “I get it. Rube’s already double digits.”
“Yeah. It goes fast,” she agreed. “Don’t blink.”
“What else?”
“Um.” She tapped her finger on her glass. “I like to read. My guilty pleasure is a book, a few pieces of chocolate, and a glass of wine.”
“And the best place to enjoy that?”
“My bathtub.”
Not expecting such an honest answer, Keaton was blown away by the mental image. His dick stirred a bit, but she was looking at his face, so he was in the clear.
“You weren’t expecting that,” she said with a laugh. “TMI?”
“No.” He tipped his head. “Not as long as you don’t mind the fact that I like the idea.”
“I forgot to mention bubbles. Lots of bubbles.”
He didn’t mind bubbles. While the image of her bare breasts in a bathtub gave him all sorts of ideas, the thought of her nude body hidden by bubbles didn’t deter him or the ideas. He could almost feel the soft skin of her inner thigh under his fingertips.
“I like hockey,” she continued. Keaton assumed by the look of amusement on her face that she knew his brain—along with other parts of his body—was stuck with her in the bathtub.
“Who’s your team?”
“Toronto.”
“Really?” He drew back as if she slapped him. “Not the Bruins?”
“Nope. My dad and brother and I have always been Toronto fans.”
“Interesting.”
“My mom’s a football girl.”
“Do you have other siblings?”
“A sister. You?”
“Two brothers. One lives in Florida. And one lives in St. Louis.”
“Hockey?”
“Played in an intramural league in school. Floor hockey. I could skate like a pro. But I wasn’t worth a damn with a stick.”
Lucy’s eyebrows shot up comically fast making Keaton laugh.
“Hockey stick,” he added. “Not worth a damn with a hockey stick.”
“Whew.” Pink tinged her cheeks as she sipped her wine again.