back wearing some random shirt. Is there some particular reason you’re hiding this from me?”
Brandon glanced up from his page. He was a pretty level-headed guy. He didn’t usually let things work him up. But explaining that I’d christened his new truck with my black Sumatra drip would probably earn me a stern disapproving look that would somehow be worse than if he cussed me out.
I opted against it.
I’d cleaned it up. I’d managed not to damage the bumper in the fender bender I’d caused slamming on the brakes when I spilled it everywhere. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
Since my top was already ruined, I’d used it to clean up the mess and changed into Parking Lot Guy’s shirt instead.
“It’s Tyler’s,” I lied. “It smells like him. I just missed him.” I put my nose to the top of the collar and made a show of breathing in.
Damn, it smelled good.
That guy had been kind of sexy. A nice body under those clothes, I could tell. Good-looking too. That clean-shaven boyish face I always gravitate to.
I needed to get laid. I was starting to fantasize over strangers. It had been too long. Tyler hadn’t been home in seven months.
Sloan’s face went soft. “Aw That’s so sweet. It’s sad you can’t be with him on Valentine’s Day tomorrow. But just three more weeks and you’ll have him for good.”
“Yup. His deployment will be done and we’ll officially be living together.” A twinge of nerves twisted in my gut, but I kept my face neutral.
Sloan smiled and put a hand to her heart. She didn’t much like Tyler, but she was still a romantic.
My cramps surged and I clutched my stomach with a grimace. I was in the throes of another epic period. This, coupled with hunger, the events from earlier, and the 3:00 a.m. police drama at my house that I wasn’t telling Sloan about, had me in a fine mood. I was so tired I’d just tried to plug my charger into my coffee cup instead of my phone.
Sloan checked her watch and then wordlessly rummaged in her purse and shook two Aleve into her hand. She handed me her glass of water and gave me the pills in a well-rehearsed routine we’d perfected during our five years as roommates.
I swallowed the pills and turned to Brandon. “That book any good?”
“It’s not bad,” he said, looking at the cover. “Want to borrow it when I’m done?” Then he peered past me and his eyes lit up. “Oh, hey, buddy.”
I followed his look to the door and my jaw dropped. The handsome jerk from Vons stood there with bags of groceries.
Our gazes met from across the room, and we stared at each other in surprise. Then his eyes dropped down to my—his—shirt, and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.
I stood, putting Stuntman on the chair as the guy set down his groceries and walked toward me. I held my breath, waiting to see how he was going to play this.
Brandon laid his book over the arm of the recliner and got up. “Josh, this is Kristen Peterson, Sloan’s best friend. Kristen, Josh Copeland.”
“Well, hello—it’s so nice to meet you,” he said, gripping my hand just a little too tightly.
I narrowed my eyes. “Nice to meet you too.”
Josh didn’t let go of my hand. “Hey, Brandon, didn’t you get a new truck this weekend?” he asked, talking to his friend but staring at me.
I glared at him, and his brown eyes twinkled.
“Yeah. Want to see it?” Brandon asked.
“After breakfast. I love that new-car smell. Mine just smells like coffee.”
I gave him crazy eyes and his smirk got bigger. Brandon didn’t seem to notice.
“Got any more bags? Want help?” Brandon asked. Sloan had already dived in and was in the kitchen unbagging produce.
“Just one more trip. I got it,” Josh said, his eyes giving me a wordless invitation to come outside.
“I’ll walk out with you,” I announced. “Forgot something in the truck.”
He held the door for me, and as soon as it was closed, I whirled on him. “You’d better not say shit.” I poked a finger at his chest.
At this point it was less about the coffee spill and more about not wanting to reveal my brazen attempt at covering up my crime. I didn’t lie as a rule, and of course the one time I’d made an exception, I was immediately in a position to be blackmailed. Damn.