“So. What? Now you’re gonna tel me what to think?” I asked, pul ing my head back and taking my hands from around him and putting them on my hips.
He shook his head.
“You just said –” I started.
“Okay, think whatever you want.”
“Wel , thank you,” I said, uppity.
He grinned.
His mouth came to mine. “But consider yourself warned.
Your mind wanders down that path again, I’l be forced to turn it to other things.”
Before I could respond, he showed me what he meant.
He kissed me, deep.
My brains scrambled and then I wasn’t thinking anything at al .
Chapter Seventeen
“Frightmare”
Hank took me to his place and I changed my shoes.
Then I rooted through his drawers and pul ed out a University of Colorado sweatshirt and I switched out of my lush cardigan into the sweatshirt.
“I’m confiscating this,” I told him when I walked into the kitchen.
His was leaning, h*ps against the counter, writing notes one-handed on a pad that was sitting on the counter to his right. He looked at me and then his eyes dropped to the sweatshirt, which was so big it was almost a dress.
Then they got lazy. “Come here,” he said low.
“No, we have to go. I’m gonna be late.”
“Come here,” he repeated.
“No! You have to get to work.”
“You can come here or…” he started.
I knew where this was going.
“Oh, al right,” I gave in.
I went to him.
He kissed me dizzy, it got heated, there was some groping and we went to Al y’s late.
* * * * *
We walked into Al y’s and nearly everyone was there but Daisy. “Yo Bitch!” Annette yel ed at me. “Yo dude!” she yel ed at
“Yo Bitch!” Annette yel ed at me. “Yo dude!” she yel ed at Hank.
Hank smiled at her.