me. “Oil on your abs . . . Oooo, can I put it on?”
“How did we go from telling Ian about us to me suddenly playing auto-shop porno in the front yard?”
“You did say ‘anything.’ It’s your own fault.”
I kissed her hand, then regretfully let it go as we pulled up to the house.
As expected, Ian was standing out on the front step, his eyes worried.
“He’ll make a great mom someday,” Gabi joked as she slowly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.
Shit.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Ian knew, but the minute he pulled Gabi in for a hug, he locked eyes with me.
It was a warning.
I’d seen that look on his face before.
And I sure as hell didn’t want to see it again, but this time? I wasn’t backing down; I couldn’t.
I just hoped our friendship could survive what was about to go down.
Not for my sake.
For hers.
Sleep wasn’t happening, not with Gabi right across the hall from me. Hell, it was like living at my parents’ house all over again, only this time Ian was the parent, and I knew he wouldn’t just be disappointed if he found me in bed with her.
No, he’d save the disappointment until after he pushed me out the window and chased me down the street with his car.
I let out a sigh and stared up at the ceiling.
Gabi had her date with Mark tomorrow evening, and that pissed me off. The entire situation made me want to physically maim him.
I’d even gone so far as to do a background check on the guy, and not the legal kind either.
He was fine. She was safe with him, but the bastard did have some weird fetishes.
And in my book a weird fetish for old libraries basically meant he was one bad choice away from snapping and needing to be institutionalized.
I really hoped Gabi did a good job so she could be done with him and move the hell on.
Was this how every client was going to be?
My fingers itched to do damage to the prick’s credit score, just like they itched to check Gabi’s bank accounts and discover where all her money was going.
And food.
She’d eaten her pizza like a ravenous cougar, devouring three pieces before coming up for air and locking eyes with me.
When I asked her when she last ate, she shrugged me off and started asking Ian about Blake’s next game.
A light tapping at my door startled me, before it opened. Gabi shut it quietly, locked it, then tiptoed over to my bed. “Room for one more?”
I pulled back the duvet. “Thank God you can read minds.”
“You’re not the only superhero in this house.”
“Super villain,” I corrected.
“Nah.” Gabs sighed against my chest, her soft breath warming my skin. “This afternoon . . . when you said I was a twelve . . .” She yawned. “And told me why you called me Sunshine . . .” Her nails danced along my chest. “Hero.”
“I did save a frog once.”
“We should probably notify the chamber of commerce, just in case they want to throw a parade or something.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Heroes never die.”
“Truth or Dare?”
“Games in bed? And no rope? Losing your touch, Mr. Luthor . . . and I choose truth.”
“How many times have you thought about me in the shower?”
She pinched my nipple. I let out a little yelp. “Twice today while rubbing myself down with my loofah.”
“Say rubbing yourself down, again.”
“Nope.”
“Damn it! Another opportunity lost!”
“Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.”
“He wants a dare, hmm?” Gabi leaned up on her elbows. “I dare you to . . . knock on Ian’s door naked and ask him if he has towels.”
“That’s a daily occurrence. I’m always out of towels, always naked. Next?”
Gabi’s eyes narrowed. “Let me wrap you in a blanket for five minutes, arms pinned.”
I shivered. “Hell no.”
“Aw, you said dare. This is it, no take backs!”
“Oh look, you won the game, we should probably sleep or have sex. I’m down for either.”
“Loser.”
“The last person who called me a loser was Ian. We were in fifth grade. I rest my case.”
Gabi made the L sign with her fingers against her forehead and burst out laughing.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Lex . . .” She moved to straddle me, and my entire body jumped to attention. “Please?”
“Stop that,” I hissed as she rocked against me. “Play fair!”
Gabi leaned over, her hair kissing my chest as her hips ground into me. “Is it still