Page 39 of I Could Never
She smiled. “Good.”
My eyes fell to her lips, and I forced them back up.You have no fucking right to this, Josh. Get your goddamn eyes off her.
She cleared her throat. “We should eat.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Let’s do it.”
We sat Scottie down with his chicken and perfectly aligned dessert and joined him at the table. Carly served us two heaping plates of gluten-free pasta with sauce while I poured two glasses of red wine.
After we finished dinner, I picked up our empty plates before she had a chance to and brought them over to the sink.
“Did you shower yet today?” I asked her.
“Why?” She raised her eyebrows. “Do I smell?”
“No.” I chuckled. “I was just wondering if you wanted to take one in peace.”
“Actually, I did hold off in the hopes that I could do it alone tonight.”
“Why don’t you go relax and take a long one. He and I’ll go in after.”
“That sounds divine.” Her eyes rolled back.
My dick twitched.Fuck.The way she did that with her eyes…Make it stop.
“Go.” I shooed her away.Please go.“I’ve got the cleanup.”
She beamed. “You sure?”
“Yep.”
After Carly disappeared into the bathroom, I noticed that she’d jotted something down on a notepad next to the sink.
A Thank You from The Trappist Monks of St. Francis:
Proud of you for not smoking.
Grinning, I walked over to Scottie who was still sitting at the table. “You must’ve enjoyed those bikini showers when I was gone, huh, you devil? Probably wishing I’d go away again, aren’t you?” I shook my head. “Brad would have both of our heads if he knew about some of the stuff going on around here lately.”
Scottie squealed, as if in agreement, though I was pretty sure he was reacting to his cookie.
About the time I’d filled the dishwasher, cleaned the pans by hand, and wiped down the countertops, Carly emerged from the bathroom.
I slung the dishtowel over my shoulder. “That was fast.”
“It was really nice. Thank you.” She ran a hand through her wet hair. “Are you still good to watch him tomorrow night?”
I’d nearly forgotten about her plans to go out with that new friend of hers. “Absolutely. Do you know where you’re going?”
She cocked her head. “The Bar?”
Great.That place was a meat market. I nodded. “I know it well. There aren’t that many options in Woodsboro. But they have good live music.”
“And that’s the actual name—The Bar?”
“Yeah. Real original, right?”
It would take all of five minutes for Carly to get hit on in that place.