Happy Ever After
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“I do, and if I’m right, I’ll follow up with a private and very pointed chat with the GBB regarding protocol and behavior at a Vows event.”
“You’ll scare the shit out of her.”
“I’ll do no such thing,” Parker said, with a small smile.
“And you’ll enjoy it.”
She took a deliberately delicate bite of pizza. “That would be petty, and unattractive.”
“Every minute of it.”
She laughed. “Yes, I will.”
“It gives us a little more common ground.”
“How’s that?”
“I figure if you’ve got to take someone down or set them straight, you might as well enjoy it on some level. I heard you took Mac’s weird mother down a while back.”
“And I don’t consider feeling a lot of satisfaction from it petty or unattractive. She had it coming. How did you hear about that?”
“Guys talk, too. Del’s got a sweet spot for his Macadamia, and having her screwed with by her mother burned his ass. Plus, I’d handled her not that long before, so I knew some of the score.”
“That’s right, when Mac had her car towed.” She sighed happily. “Good times. So, I imagine Linda was very annoyed when she came into your garage to get it back.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
She nibbled more pizza, eyeing him. Then shook her head. “Okay, dish it out. All I heard was you told her she couldn’t have the car until she paid the towing and storage fee, and she went on one of her rants.”
“That’s about it. She’s got a hell of a rant. She tried to dump it all on Mac, but that didn’t play for me, especially since I had some of the background from Ma.”
“Your mother knows Linda?”
“Knew plenty about her, and my mother’s a solid data source. Even without it, I’d’ve gotten the picture pretty quick. Still, bottom line, I towed the car, I get paid.” He gestured with his Coke. “She moved from rant to wheedle.You know, couldn’t I please help her out, do her this little favor. But the best part of the show was when she offered to pay the charges with personal services.”
“She . . . Oh God.”
“First time I’ve been offered a blow job for a towing fee.”
Stunned speechless, Parker only stared at him.
“You asked.”
“Yeah, I did. Even if Mac ever does, don’t tell her that part.”
“She already asked, and I didn’t. Why would I? Her mother embarrassed herself.That’s got nothing to do with Mac.”
“No, it doesn’t, but a lot of people don’t see it that clearly.” He did, she realized. For whatever reason, he saw it with absolute clarity. “She’s taken a lot of hits over the years for Linda’s actions. Linda will ruin or at least take some shine off Mac’s wedding if she can.”
“She won’t.” He shrugged and ate.“What Mac doesn’t handle, Carter will.What they don’t, you will.”
“I’m going to remember that the next time I wake up from a Linda nightmare. Did you tell Del about . . . Linda’s offer?”
“Sure. A guy gets that kind of offer, he’s got a right to brag about it to his friends.”
“You’re a very strange species.”
“Back at you, Legs.”
The entire experience—the word helped her put the evening in perspective—turned out to be a great deal easier and more enjoyable than she’d expected. But then, she admitted, her expectations had been dead low.
It would, certainly, be more pleasant having a friendly relationship with him, as a friend of Del’s. Like she had with Jack.
Then again, she didn’t have this underlying and stubborn spark of attraction to Jack.
Still, a spark could be managed until it flickered out. Especially since the spark was very likely a reflexive response to a very attractive man who clearly showed interest, when she hadn’t had the time or inclination for male company in quite a while.
She worked out the practicalities in her head as they walked back to his bike.
She strapped on the helmet and straddled the bike behind him.
And discovered, the moment they’d woven their way out of town, riding at night was a whole different thrill.
A whole new sense of freedom washed over her. The single headlight slicing down the dark road, the canopy of stars and moon overhead, and the sparkle of them on the black plate of water.
Side by side with the thrill rode a sense of ease, of clearing out all those details that crowded her mind. She liked the crowd, she thought, even fed off it. But it had been too long since she’d just emptied out and recharged.
Who knew that an evening with Malcolm would push that lever?
Reality waited, and she valued her reality, but he’d given her a respite, a little adventure, and a very pleasant break from routine.
When they zipped down the long, curving drive to her house, she felt refreshed, content, and very friendly toward Malcolm Kavanaugh.
And when he cut the engine, silence rushed in, another lovely sensation. She swung off, pleased with how natural the move had become, and unstrapped her helmet.
She handed it to him, then laughed. “I have to say, that’s the easiest hundred I’ve ever won.”
“Same goes.” He walked her to the entrance portico. “So you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did.Thank you for—”
With her back against the door and his mouth feasting on hers, the rest of the words tumbled out of her brain.That hard, compelling body pressed to hers as he took her hands, held them in his at her sides, as his teeth incited wild thrills with hungry nips and bites.
Trapped, she should have objected, refused, but the sensation of helplessness, a touch of panicked excitement, of being carried off, simply dropped the ground away from under her feet.
She fell, without any attempt to catch herself, and answered the assault with equal fervor and a reckless greed.
The kick of her own heart shocked her back—or nearly.
“Wait,” she managed.
“Just give me another minute.”
He wanted more; he took more. And so did she.
It was that simmering, smoldering heat inside the cool package that had caught him from the jump. Now, as it hit boil, he was happy to have it burn him down to the bone.
He held her hands to prevent his own from streaking over that gorgeous body, to make sure he didn’t lose control and use them to pull off those classy clothes and get to skin.
“You’ll scare the shit out of her.”
“I’ll do no such thing,” Parker said, with a small smile.
“And you’ll enjoy it.”
She took a deliberately delicate bite of pizza. “That would be petty, and unattractive.”
“Every minute of it.”
She laughed. “Yes, I will.”
“It gives us a little more common ground.”
“How’s that?”
“I figure if you’ve got to take someone down or set them straight, you might as well enjoy it on some level. I heard you took Mac’s weird mother down a while back.”
“And I don’t consider feeling a lot of satisfaction from it petty or unattractive. She had it coming. How did you hear about that?”
“Guys talk, too. Del’s got a sweet spot for his Macadamia, and having her screwed with by her mother burned his ass. Plus, I’d handled her not that long before, so I knew some of the score.”
“That’s right, when Mac had her car towed.” She sighed happily. “Good times. So, I imagine Linda was very annoyed when she came into your garage to get it back.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
She nibbled more pizza, eyeing him. Then shook her head. “Okay, dish it out. All I heard was you told her she couldn’t have the car until she paid the towing and storage fee, and she went on one of her rants.”
“That’s about it. She’s got a hell of a rant. She tried to dump it all on Mac, but that didn’t play for me, especially since I had some of the background from Ma.”
“Your mother knows Linda?”
“Knew plenty about her, and my mother’s a solid data source. Even without it, I’d’ve gotten the picture pretty quick. Still, bottom line, I towed the car, I get paid.” He gestured with his Coke. “She moved from rant to wheedle.You know, couldn’t I please help her out, do her this little favor. But the best part of the show was when she offered to pay the charges with personal services.”
“She . . . Oh God.”
“First time I’ve been offered a blow job for a towing fee.”
Stunned speechless, Parker only stared at him.
“You asked.”
“Yeah, I did. Even if Mac ever does, don’t tell her that part.”
“She already asked, and I didn’t. Why would I? Her mother embarrassed herself.That’s got nothing to do with Mac.”
“No, it doesn’t, but a lot of people don’t see it that clearly.” He did, she realized. For whatever reason, he saw it with absolute clarity. “She’s taken a lot of hits over the years for Linda’s actions. Linda will ruin or at least take some shine off Mac’s wedding if she can.”
“She won’t.” He shrugged and ate.“What Mac doesn’t handle, Carter will.What they don’t, you will.”
“I’m going to remember that the next time I wake up from a Linda nightmare. Did you tell Del about . . . Linda’s offer?”
“Sure. A guy gets that kind of offer, he’s got a right to brag about it to his friends.”
“You’re a very strange species.”
“Back at you, Legs.”
The entire experience—the word helped her put the evening in perspective—turned out to be a great deal easier and more enjoyable than she’d expected. But then, she admitted, her expectations had been dead low.
It would, certainly, be more pleasant having a friendly relationship with him, as a friend of Del’s. Like she had with Jack.
Then again, she didn’t have this underlying and stubborn spark of attraction to Jack.
Still, a spark could be managed until it flickered out. Especially since the spark was very likely a reflexive response to a very attractive man who clearly showed interest, when she hadn’t had the time or inclination for male company in quite a while.
She worked out the practicalities in her head as they walked back to his bike.
She strapped on the helmet and straddled the bike behind him.
And discovered, the moment they’d woven their way out of town, riding at night was a whole different thrill.
A whole new sense of freedom washed over her. The single headlight slicing down the dark road, the canopy of stars and moon overhead, and the sparkle of them on the black plate of water.
Side by side with the thrill rode a sense of ease, of clearing out all those details that crowded her mind. She liked the crowd, she thought, even fed off it. But it had been too long since she’d just emptied out and recharged.
Who knew that an evening with Malcolm would push that lever?
Reality waited, and she valued her reality, but he’d given her a respite, a little adventure, and a very pleasant break from routine.
When they zipped down the long, curving drive to her house, she felt refreshed, content, and very friendly toward Malcolm Kavanaugh.
And when he cut the engine, silence rushed in, another lovely sensation. She swung off, pleased with how natural the move had become, and unstrapped her helmet.
She handed it to him, then laughed. “I have to say, that’s the easiest hundred I’ve ever won.”
“Same goes.” He walked her to the entrance portico. “So you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did.Thank you for—”
With her back against the door and his mouth feasting on hers, the rest of the words tumbled out of her brain.That hard, compelling body pressed to hers as he took her hands, held them in his at her sides, as his teeth incited wild thrills with hungry nips and bites.
Trapped, she should have objected, refused, but the sensation of helplessness, a touch of panicked excitement, of being carried off, simply dropped the ground away from under her feet.
She fell, without any attempt to catch herself, and answered the assault with equal fervor and a reckless greed.
The kick of her own heart shocked her back—or nearly.
“Wait,” she managed.
“Just give me another minute.”
He wanted more; he took more. And so did she.
It was that simmering, smoldering heat inside the cool package that had caught him from the jump. Now, as it hit boil, he was happy to have it burn him down to the bone.
He held her hands to prevent his own from streaking over that gorgeous body, to make sure he didn’t lose control and use them to pull off those classy clothes and get to skin.
