Who's the Boss? - Erin McCarthy Page 0,54

calling me something.” I can’t say I had ever once been referred to as a woman’s lover but I didn’t object to it.

After having spent all of Saturday night after work getting to know each other in bed, we most definitely were not a casual hookup. I wasn’t sure what we were but we were moving in a forward direction and I was just rolling with that for now.

“Oh, I can call you a lot of things.”

I bet she could. “So why is Savannah matchmaking if we’re already seeing each other? You haven’t explained that.” We stopped in front of a building and Isla pulled out her phone.

“She has a thing for romantic comedies and she has decided we had a meet cute and are destined to be together.” Isla looked up from her phone. “She wants to rush things along.”

In the past, that would have annoyed me. I didn’t like being pushed to make a commitment I wasn’t ready for, but in this case, it didn’t bother me. For the first time in a long time, I could see myself being in a relationship. But we were just feeling our way through and having fun. “I’m not proposing to you at the end of the night. So don’t get your hopes up.”

Isla stuck her tongue out at me. “If you proposed to me tonight I would freak out and run away. I’d probably get hit by a car after running into the street in a blind panic, trying to get away from you.”

“Then you would be in the hospital with amnesia and then I could enter the room and tell you that we were already engaged and you would have to believe me because of the amnesia. That’s how it works in movies, right?”

“That is scarily accurate.” The door was buzzed open and Isla grabbed it.

I held it for her and let her enter first. “I guess it could also be a horror film. Maybe I’m a crazy stalker and I take over the role of your fiancé after I’ve killed your real fiancé.”

She gave me a look over her shoulder. “That’s not disturbing at all.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not really the stalker type.”

“I know. Your brother told me you don’t like to settle down.”

Now that annoyed me. “That wasn’t his place to tell you something like that.”

“I think he was feeling protective of me. Like you might destroy my ego or something.” Isla paused on the stairs. “God, I hate stairs. I can’t breathe.”

“I think your ego is fine.” I reached out and cupped her ass and gave her a gentle push. “Your fitness could use some work though.”

“Gee, thanks.”

That had been misinterpreted. “No! I meant your lung capacity. Trust me, your body is amazing. Absolutely amazing.” It was. I wanted to repeatedly lick every single inch of it. “And now all I can think about is stripping you naked and tasting your pussy.”

Right at that moment, Savannah opened the door. She clearly heard my words because her jaw dropped. Then she grinned and tried to hide her smile behind her hand.

Isla shot me a dirty look. “Seriously?”

I shrugged. “It’s true.”

“Well. Hello, you two!” Savannah said. “Should I be worried that instead of watching my baby, you’ll be making a baby?”

Awkward. “No, of course not. I was talking about later, Savannah. I swear to you we’ll watch your son appropriately. I enjoy hanging out with kids.”

“Just ignore him,” Isla said, as we entered the apartment. “He’s obsessed with me.”

Damn, she was good at turning things around on me. We could go back and forth, teasing and sparring, and she absolutely got my sense of humor. Isla always challenged me and that was so hot. “It’s true. Totally obsessed. I’m plotting her amnesia now so I can pretend to be her boyfriend.”

Savannah looked confused. “Okay,” she said, a little uncertainly.

“He’s kidding. He knows amnesia is the only way he could get me to marry him.”

It was a joke, of course. But her words were a little too serious for my liking. No, I didn’t want to marry her. But was the idea of marrying me really so damn horrible that she had to put it like that?

Maybe.

We entered the small apartment and Maddox, who I had met briefly at the baby shower dinner, was holding a little boy. “Hey, man, what’s up?” he said, holding his hand out for me. “Thanks for helping out Isla tonight. Sully shouldn’t be too much trouble. He’ll be asleep in half an hour to