playing. Don’t talk to my client. You’ve been warned.” Olivia hung up on him and smiled at Skye. “Well, that was fun.”
Karri burst out laughing and broke the silence. “Barbed wire?”
Olivia shrugged. “Skye wanted to know what I’d do to a man’s balls.”
Granger shook his head as he looked at the women. “You gotta show some love to the balls. They’re sensitive.”
Even Olivia laughed at that. “I’m heading back to New York. I’ll call you daily. Make sure to check your email. I’m sure I’ll have things for you to sign off on.” Her phone rang again. “Look, I bet this is your agent.”
Olivia stood, and as she walked out of the bar, Skye heard her say hello to Jim. It was a strange feeling, having someone else fight her fight, but looking around she had a new team now—a team she could trust. And she wasn’t going to let them fight alone.
14
The door to the bar opened and a large, dangerous-looking man walked inside. He nodded to the table and went straight to the bar. His dark hair was pushed back from his forehead and his leather jacket looked broken in.
Skye watched as the man leaned over the bar, wrapped his hand around the back of Harper’s neck, then pulled her to him. His lips covered hers in a hot and heavy kiss that left Karri gasping and Skye averting her eyes.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Skye heard Harper ask a minute later.
“Can we do a late dinner? I have knitting club in a couple of minutes,” the rumbling voice said. It was his comment, not the deep masculinity of his voice that caused Skye’s head to pop up.
“Knitting club!” Skye stood up quickly as did Karri. “Excuse me, sir, where in the church does this knitting club meet?”
“Sir?” Harper snorted. “Skye, this is my husband, Dare Reigns. Dare, this is Skye Jessamine and her friend Karri Hill.”
Dare winked at Harper and then strode toward the table. It was then that Skye saw the tote bag with knitting needles sticking out of it hanging from his hand. “America’s Sweetheart is into knitting?”
“We got bribed with apple pie to attend, but it sounds like fun,” Skye answered.
Dare spun to look at his wife, clearly upset. “Why don’t I get apple pie?”
Harper rolled her eyes. “You get casseroles, pies, brownies, cakes, cookies, and more from them. Plus, Aunt Marcy sends you your very own apple pie every month.”
“But not Miss Winnie’s or Miss Ruby’s apple pie.” Dare looked as if someone just kicked his puppy. His face was long and his bottom lip threatened to roll out into a full pout.
“Men and apple pie. You’d better hurry or you’ll be late. Then Miss Mitzy won’t make you those chocolate cookies with peanut butter chips that you love so much.”
Dare winked at his wife and then motioned with his arm for Skye and Karri to follow him. “Let’s go, ladies. Knitting club is going to be a good one tonight.”
Karri didn’t look convinced, and for that matter, Skye didn’t feel convinced either. How good could a knitting club be?
Skye greeted Edie, Miss Ruby, and Miss Winnie, and then was introduced to the cat lady, Miss Mitzy, before meeting everyone else in the knitting club. She and Karri had just taken their seats when the women began to pull out their projects.
Skye felt her brow crease as Karri leaned over toward her. “Are those what I think they are?”
“They can’t be,” Skye whispered as she took in the half-completed knitted penises. Skye looked around and saw penises in all colors, and someone with matching male and female squares, but she didn’t know what they were. Then she looked over at Dare and saw a knitted nipple.
“What kind of knitting club is this?” Skye whispered to him.
“This month we’re doing erotic knitting.”
“You’re knitting a boob?” Skye asked. Her head couldn’t wrap around what she was seeing.
“It’s going to be a nursing cap for Ellery’s baby,” Dare said with a snicker as Skye put it together. When nursing, it’ll look like a boob and not a baby’s head. And then this is Harper’s Christmas gift.” Dare reached into his bag and pulled out a long soft pink scarf with a breast on each end. He wrapped it around his neck and the breasts fell right where they were supposed to be. “Think she’ll like it?”
Skye relied on all her acting skills to smile pleasantly and nod. Karri, meanwhile, couldn’t stop the “What are those?” that