Page 51 of Her Filthy Grump

My face heats. “You think I should ask?”

“Yes. You should ask. Maybe there’s a perfectly good explanation for why he flipped out when you touched his phone.”

“Like what?” I roll my eyes. “It’s a family heirloom, and he was afraid I’d drop it on the floor and break it.”

“Yeah. That sounds completely logical. As logical as he’s married with a family in Kansas City and sleeping with you behind this amazing woman’s back.”

“Fine. Make me sound like I’m overreacting.” I smile for the first time all day. Maybe there’s a rational excuse. “Hey, I’ve got to go. I’m picking up Mr. Campos in less than five minutes.” I lift my arm and look at my watch. “Actually, I’m five minutes late already.”

“Where’re you taking the silver-fox tonight?”

“I have no idea. He said to dress up but wouldn’t give me any details.”

“This should be interesting. I can’t wait to hear about your adventure.” Harbor giggles.

As soon as I hang up, my phone beeps.Seriously? Grand Central Station.

Kameron: We need to talk.

Me: I can’t right now.

My phone rings.Lord, I can’t get a break.“Yes?”

“Are you coming?” Mr. Campos’ gruff voice bellows into my ear.

“Yes, Mr. Campos. I’m on my way.”

“Don’t leave me hanging. I’ve got a date with Evette tonight.”

I arch an eyebrow as I try to place Evette. The man’s a total lady’s man. I have no doubt in his younger years he dipped his wick in more pools than I can count. “Who?”

My phone beeps, but I block out my curiosity over what Kameron wants.

“Evette. The lady from the nursing home. We danced together at the senior center.”

Oh, right. One of the blue-haired ladies.“I’ll be there.”

“Hurry up. My Viagra will wear off in three hours. I already took the pill.”

Oh, flip. I did not need that visual. Too late. The image of Mr. Campos’ hang down at full salute with his lady friend riding him on one of the hospital beds invades my brain.Don’t go there.I smack my forehead.

Kameron: When can we talk?

Kameron: I need to explain what happened.

Kameron: Give me a chance to explain and then ditch me.

Shit. Now he thinks I’m ignoring him.

Me: I can’t right now. I’m late.

Kameron: Okay. When will you be available?

How long will it take to pick up Mr. Campos, deposit him with his lady, wait for the Viagra to kick in, and then take him back home?

Isn’t there something about going to the hospital if an erection lasts more than four hours? I glance at my watch. It’s four fifteen.

Me: I should be home by eight o’clock.