Molly laughed while she told her
what had happened last night, though at the moment, she wasn’t sure it was a
joke. She sighed and left the computer to go make scrambled eggs.
Nell followed her to the kitchen.
“So, should I call you ‘Number One’ now?”
She could never keep a straight face
with Nell. Molly speared a peach slice with a fork and nibbled the end of it. Sweetness
filled her mouth. “‘Make it so.’ No, nerd. He seems pretty cool. I mean, if I
check it out, this may turn out to be a positive change. At the least, he’ll
get me in shape for Paris. His bio says he’s from Giverny, and he’s a retired
civil-rights attorney. His website says that when he retired, he decided to
change his objective to improving people’s lives, which is why he’s a life
coach. Pretty impressive.”
“So, you’re going through with it?”
“Going through with what?”
They both looked into the living
room, where a bemused Evan stood half-naked and barefoot in a pair of black
pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to
save it from dropping to the floor.
Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed
as he zeroed in on her. He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon
of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked open. I came to borrow milk.”
“Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at
least text. I’m in my panties.”
Nell smacked him on the arm and
tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her bedroom.
“Sorry,” he said, but he seemed
distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to her lips. She sucked the
rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar at
the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes.
She turned away
to open the fridge to get the milk.
It wasn’t uncommon for them to
borrow food from one another, and he always watched out for them. He had a
comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used to. She grew painfully aware of
her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and cut off at mid-thigh,
and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise, why
did they have to harden every time he came near her? She pushed hair out of her
face and poured the milk into his empty half gallon. “Help yourself to the fruit
in the bowl there. Nell had leftovers. How much milk do you want?”
“Enough for a bowl of cereal,
please. I’ll get some at the store later.” His voice only dropped that low and
husky during sex.
She stopped after she poured enough
milk, then gave him extra.
Evan reached over her to open a
nearby drawer. He took out a fork, inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice,
and brought it to his lips. “Forbidden fruit, hmm?” He teased the fruit around
his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank his teeth into half the
peach as he watched her, licking it.
Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew what
he was doing.
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