“Oh, shoot,” she said as she stood up. “We’ll have to take another one.”
Then she went behind me and threw a roll of paper towels across the counter, then moved a half-empty glass of sweet tea.
Moments later, she was back in my lap.
Yet I didn’t smile.
Not until she tickled me.
I threw my head back and squirmed away from her touch, all with a goddamn smile on my face.
“Shit!” I hissed, unable to help myself. “What the hell was that?”
“That,” she said as she typed away, “was me making Nivea pissed off and jealous. I’m tagging Raleigh, the gym, and Carmichael as well. That bitch is going to see this.”
I bit lightly on the side of her neck.
“Nivea probably won’t care, baby,” I told her.
She looked at me. “You bet your ass she’ll care. Plus, it’ll chap her ass that I’m sitting here with you in my kitchen, me in your lap, and a smile on your face. Trust me on this.”
I rolled my eyes and let her do her thing.
I went to Camryn’s Facebook page and started scrolling through her old pictures, grinning at one in particular of Raleigh and her at the bar in town with the mechanical bull in the background. “I was there that night.”
She blinked, then turned as she continued to type while not looking. “You were?”
I nodded as I brought one of my hands up to cup the side of her ass. “You were wearing bright green underwear. Croft took you home, and I wanted to knee him in the nuts for putting his arm around you.”
“He was on a date,” she countered. “And he hated me. That was the night that I realized that what I thought I had when it came to Croft and what I really had were two different things.” She paused. “And if it makes you feel any better, I might’ve masturbated to you in the shower that night.”
My mouth fell open. “You what?”
She shrugged. “You were in the newspaper. It was laying out on my counter where I’d left it that morning, and your face was glowering at me. I remembered what you’d said to me earlier that day about how I wasn’t exempt to parking like a normal human being just because I parked at the back of the lot, and so…yeah. It just deteriorated from there.”
I was laughing my ass off right around the time that my phone started to chime and ding like crazy.
I frowned and looked at it. “I’ve never heard it make that sound.”
She pulled up the phone and let me see the screen. “Everybody thinks we’re cute.”
We were cute.
Apparently while she’d been sitting in my lap, she’d put us on my Facebook profile page. She’d also put another picture on the CrossFit page.
There were already thirteen likes in about a minute of it being posted, too.
“Ummm,” I hesitated. “What is this accomplishing?”
“I already told you, sweetgums,” she teased. “Driving Nivea crazy.”
I didn’t bother to argue. Instead I let her do what she wanted to do.
And four hours later, I thought that maybe I should’ve taken the phone away from her when I had the chance.
That, and paid more attention to the real shit—like the party that got raided because of the kid’s anonymous tip.Chapter 11The sound of snapping fingers is your finger hitting your palm and not your fingers rubbing together.
-Now you’re snapping your fingers to confirm it, aren’t you?
Flint
“What are you doing?” my sister asked me.
“I’m going to pick the crazy chick up and take her out to eat,” I said. “I’m just waiting on her to tell me where she is.”
“I…”
My phone dinged, and I looked at it with a frown.
“What is it?” Mikey, my pain in the ass sister, asked.
“I got a map with a pin sent to me,” I said. “Where is ‘Turtle Park?’”
“Isn’t that a park that’s connected to that cemetery?”
I didn’t know, but I was about to find out.
Inputting the map into my phone, I got it ready to give me directions, then winked at my sister. “Have fun teaching those classes with Croft tonight and thank you again for taking them over.”
My sister waved me away. “Trust me when I say, it won’t be a problem.”
Rolling my eyes, I headed out to my motorcycle and got on it, starting it up and heading in the direction that my phone pointed me.
And Mikey was right. I ended up at a cemetery.
I also saw Camryn running around the farthest curve that circled around a man-made pond in the very middle. Graves circled the point, pushing out for about half a mile in all directions.
She had a set of headphones in her ears, and she was running, making fairly good time if I did say so myself.
I leaned against my bike, legs crossed, and watched her for another fifteen minutes before she stopped underneath the shade of an oak tree.