Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,22
untouched,” she says, giving me a wink that probably means that, no, there isn’t a single place in the county she and Joe haven’t christened.
Here’s to hoping Knox has a pickup of his own.
We banter back and forth a bit more until we’re both yawning. Then I switch the light off and stare up at the ceiling, a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead.
“How long do you think this heat wave’s going to last?” I ask.
“They’re saying it could last for weeks. Who knows. I’m only glad some genius somewhere had the foresight to invent air-conditioning.”
“No kiddin’.”
Sunny’s hand finds mine in the dark, and she squeezes it twice. “I’m glad you’re home, Meems.”
I almost have to laugh, because for the first time in four years, I remember how much this place felt like home, and I’m wishing I hadn’t stayed away so long.
“Me, too, Sunny. Me too.”
Joe and Sam show up for breakfast at the ungodly hour of nine o’clock. Sunny and I are still in bed, so naturally, we’re awakened by a 180-pound adult teddy bear jumping on top of us.
I’m about to freak out when I hear Sunny’s amused voice mixed with both laughter and annoyance.
“Joe! What are you doing?” she squeals.
What he does next is shower her face with kisses, telling her sleepy head to wake up. I roll out of bed and place my hand on my hips, glowering down at the both of them now tangled in my sheets.
“You are not having sex in my bed again!” I shriek.
The movement in the bed instantly stops, and Sam’s face peeks around the corner. “Dude, you guys had sex in her bed? Not cool. Not cool at all.”
Joe’s head comes out from under the sheet. “Damn, Sunny. Why’d you have to tell her?”
“Girl talk. Alcohol. It just came out,” she grumbles. “Why are you here so early?”
“I missed my morning sunrise.”
Sam and I groan in unison.
“You know what?” I say. “You can have sex in my bed if it’ll get you to stop being such a cheese ball.”
When I glance towards Sam, I realize he’s staring at me. Not at my face, but at the nearly sheen peach nightgown I went to bed in. The one with nothing underneath.
“Lookin’ good, Amelia. Bangin’ for sure. You’ve filled out since high school. In all the right places,” he emphasizes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Sam!” Sunny and I screech collectively.
“God dammit, Sam. Why ya gotta go and make it creepy? Plus, did you see the dude she was makin’ eyes at last night? You don’t stand a chance.”
Sam holds his hands up, his gaze rising to finally meet my eyes. “Hey, man. No offense intended. Just sayin’. Can’t a guy compliment a lady?”
Well, since he practically saw me naked, I might as well embrace it. “Thank you, Sam. I’ve recently taken up Pilates.”
His nose wrinkles. “What the hell are Pilates?”
Sunny groans and pushes Joe off the bed. “Both of you out while we make ourselves decent.”
“But, Sunnybear, you know I hate it when you’re decent.”
“Ugh, Joe, get out of my room before I kick you in the nads!” I threaten.
He grins, placing his hands over his balls. “Gotta keep these bad boys safe so I can have little balls of sunshine running around some day.”
Before Sunny can throw a pillow at him, he hightails it out of the room, with Sam close behind.
“He’s so annoying. And handsome. And sweet.”
“Please, Sunny, gush some more about your annoyingly sweet, handsome boyfriend. You poor, poor thing.” My sarcasm does nothing to remove the dreamy expression from her face, so I snap my fingers, bringing her out of it.
Her eyes blink before she refocuses her gaze on me. “All right, Amelia. I don’t have to be at the bar until six tonight. What do you say we round up some breakfast, put on tiny bikinis, and spend the day trying not to melt in the summer sun? Perhaps we’ll meet a new friend along the way.”
“It’s not like he knows where I live,” I retort.
Except I realize it’s a lie. He knows exactly where to find me. Not that I tell Sunny that.
“Honey, Crystal Cove isn’t that big. He wants to find you? He will. And something tells me the boy really, really wants to find you.” Her eyes light up in a way that kind of scares me. “And if he comes callin’, you’ve got to make him drool. What kind of suit did you bring?”