I could also see him straightening which meant I had his full attention. “Um…” I repeated, my eyes sliding to the mirror but I wish they hadn’t because I could see his broad shoulders and muscled back leading to his slim hips. She diva’ed her way through every episode of Glee that we’d watched together and we’d watched every episode of Glee together. LaTanya thought she was Patti LaBelle’s more talented sister. Hopefully he didn’t hear me but he wasn’t wrong. And double damn because I also sang with the kids on Glee. Luckily it’s more funny than annoying and it only lasts an hour.”
Now she sings loud and it skates the edge of annoying. Your imaginary friend who was over watchin’ TV last night sounded a lot like LaTanya though. “Um…I’m kinda a loner,” I lied again and he grinned. “Or just anytime you feel like company,” he kept going and I felt the room teeter. In fact, I was moving the first chance I could get. There was no way I was knocking on his door when I made my pizza or beans. “I expect a knock on my door, you’re makin’ pizza or your beans.” “About what?” I was losing track of the conversation. “But I am serious,” he went on, his eyes holding mine captive in a way I didn’t get but I still couldn’t look away no matter how much I wanted to. As a Nine, I might get the chance to find out if I could make him bite me and I’d get the chance to bite him. He’d never settle for anything lower than a Nine because he didn’t have to. Just like I wished I was at least a Nine. “Relax Mara,” he said softly, his eyes going super warm. “Um…” I mumbled then bit my bottom lip and checked the impulse to flee the room. Holy crap! Detective Mitch Lawson was in my bathroom teasing me! “Better than your taste in baseball teams,” he stated and it hit me that he was teasing me. It was stronger than normal and it felt a whole lot nicer. Something I didn’t get but something that made a whoosh sweep through my belly all the same.
The Allman Brothers, “Midnight Rider”, America’s, ‘Ventura Highway’, great taste.” I can hear it now ‘cause I’m in your house. His neck twisted to the side but his head was still bent so his eyes were on me but he wasn’t exactly facing me yet he was. “I’m sorry, do I play it too loudly that it bothers you?” I asked. I played it a lot and sometimes I played it loud. I remained silent and tried to level my breathing. My baked beans were so good they had to be a whole other topic. This was more than a passing comment, “Oh you gotta try Mara’s barbeque chicken pizza. They talked about my baked beans too? This meant they talked more than a little about me. But tonight, I gotta take a rain check because I gotta get back to work.” Mitch looked back at the faucet and carried on rocking my world. Seeing as I was unable to respond, I didn’t.
I made my own pizza dough and marinaded the chicken in barbeque sauce all day and everything.
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