The Tuckers honked, and Darcy turned to go. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, you guys,” she called over her shoulder.
Meredith grinned and came to stand next to him. He slid his hand familiarly down her ass while they waved good-bye. They stood another moment on the porch until they couldn’t see the Subaru any longer, and he whispered down into her ear, “Are you sure I can’t convince you into a little detour from tonight’s plans? You know that trapeze arrived from Amazon yesterday. I have it hidden under your bed—you just say the word.”
She turned to stare into his eyes, her brown eyes warm and filled with mirth. “Nice try, buster. You’re only saying that because it’s my turn to drive.”
She had him there, although he couldn’t deny the diversion could be interesting. He followed her to the Rover, watching her ass sway under the flowing, almost sheer dress. She’d worn that on purpose. He climbed in and buckled up as she started the car.
The stereo was kicked up high, playing one of his favorite Cake songs. Then he realized something.
“Wait. You were driving the Rover last. I thought you hated my music.”
“Yeah, well, it’s like you. It grows on me. Now…where are we going?”
He sat back in the seat and stared at this woman. The memory of her had tormented him for so long. Beautiful, strong, smart, and loyal. And unpredictable enough to make him wonder what she had in store for him next. “You tell me. You’re the one who spoke to Jace this morning.”
“Which reminds me,” she said and threw the car in reverse and backed up, “I might have let the bag out on our little secret. But I think my question of whether spousal medical expenses should include weekly yoga classes is a pertinent one. I’ve met some of your coworkers, and they’re sexy as hell. It’s only a matter of time before they’re all engaged. These benefits will really be helpful. I let him know, of course, I’d be happy to take the lead on research.”
“I bet you did.”
She looked over at him and put the car in drive. Pausing. “Have I mentioned how sexy you are and how much I love you? That you make me happy each and every day?”
“Not for the past ten minutes.”
She pulled the car to the curb. “Well, maybe I have a few more minutes to spare,” she said and slipped the seat belt off and leaned over.
But he held back. “A few minutes? You wound me.”
“I say a few minutes only because Bill Thomas should be returning from work in the next seven minutes, and he might have a stroke if he saw the moves I’m about to lay on your ass.”
“Then you’d better hurry.”
Life was good. And it was only going to get better.