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Authors: Crystal Bowling
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her giving Riley a good look up and down.
“We were just talking about engravings. . .”
“For your wedding rings?”
We just stare at her.
She giggles, “Oh, you’re not together then. Sorry.” At that realization, she turns her full attention toward Riley and starts telling him about all the different fonts he can choose from for his engraving and did she really just bat her eyelashes at him?
I bet that whole wedding rings question was just a ploy to see if Riley was single. What a clever little bitch.
Wait, what’s wrong with me? It’s Riley, I don’t care. In fact, I hope that he and the Clever Little Bitch are very happy together.
I especially hope that I elbowed Knudsen hard enough to keep Riley from having sex for a long, long time.
“What do you think, Reynolds?”
“Think about what?” I ask sheepishly. I didn’t know that I was supposed to be listening in on the Flirt-a-thon between Riley and Clever Little Bitch.
“Getting that chest of Dad’s engraved for Carla and Evan. And maybe we could fill it full of stuff for them.”
I smile energetically, “That sounds like a great idea. But that chest is made of wood; you couldn’t get it engraved here.” I smile sweetly at Clever Little Bitch. “You know, my uncle Scott does woodwork and stuff. He could engrave it no problem.” I elbow Riley in the arm and smile, “You’re a genius.”
“What the hell, Reynolds? That was a compliment.”
“I know, I’m surprised too.” I laugh. I manage a look at Clever Little Bitch, who is glaring at me. I simper at her, “Thanks for your help though.”
“No problem.” As she turns back to Riley, her scowl turns into a pleasant smile, “Now, if you need anything, you just come back here and see me. I’ll always have a hand to help you with.”
Wow. Way to play it subtle there.
***
“Do you think that your mom will be okay with you taking the chest?” I ask as Riley takes the turn onto our old street, where his mom and my parents still live right next door to each other. God, I hope my mother doesn’t see me. Or worse, Dad.
“For Carla? Definitely. Besides, it’s been sitting in the garage since Dad died and I’ve been jonesing to fix it up.” He shrugs, “Plus, Mom’s been in a really good mood lately. I’d think she’d be fine with me robbing her blind.” He shakes his head, chuckling. “Did she seem different to you when you picked up the paint?”
Dammit.
“Yeah, she was really happy. And I think I know. . .”
“I wonder whose car that is.” Riley says as he pulls into his mom’s driveway. I look up to see a nice ass black BMW sitting in front of the closed garage. The same BMW that the Mystery Kisser was driving away in after macking all over Ms. Callahan yesterday.
“Riley, stop the car.” I gulp.
He slams on the brakes, “Are you okay?”
I nod, “Yeah, but I think I should tell you this when you’re not operating a vehicle.”
Especially when that vehicle could do some serious damage to a nice ass black BMW.
“Jess?”
I turn to look at Riley who is staring so hard at me and trying to figure out what’s wrong. My eyes are locked with his and the way my stomach flip-flops around like a fish out of water makes it impossible for me not to tell him what I saw.
“That BMW belongs to your mom’s boyfriend.”
***
“Carla!” Riley yells to his sister before he even opens the door to the apartment. I’m still running up the flight of stairs, trying to catch up with him. I wasn’t aware that, when you tell a guy that his mom is dating
“We were just talking about engravings. . .”
“For your wedding rings?”
We just stare at her.
She giggles, “Oh, you’re not together then. Sorry.” At that realization, she turns her full attention toward Riley and starts telling him about all the different fonts he can choose from for his engraving and did she really just bat her eyelashes at him?
I bet that whole wedding rings question was just a ploy to see if Riley was single. What a clever little bitch.
Wait, what’s wrong with me? It’s Riley, I don’t care. In fact, I hope that he and the Clever Little Bitch are very happy together.
I especially hope that I elbowed Knudsen hard enough to keep Riley from having sex for a long, long time.
“What do you think, Reynolds?”
“Think about what?” I ask sheepishly. I didn’t know that I was supposed to be listening in on the Flirt-a-thon between Riley and Clever Little Bitch.
“Getting that chest of Dad’s engraved for Carla and Evan. And maybe we could fill it full of stuff for them.”
I smile energetically, “That sounds like a great idea. But that chest is made of wood; you couldn’t get it engraved here.” I smile sweetly at Clever Little Bitch. “You know, my uncle Scott does woodwork and stuff. He could engrave it no problem.” I elbow Riley in the arm and smile, “You’re a genius.”
“What the hell, Reynolds? That was a compliment.”
“I know, I’m surprised too.” I laugh. I manage a look at Clever Little Bitch, who is glaring at me. I simper at her, “Thanks for your help though.”
“No problem.” As she turns back to Riley, her scowl turns into a pleasant smile, “Now, if you need anything, you just come back here and see me. I’ll always have a hand to help you with.”
Wow. Way to play it subtle there.
***
“Do you think that your mom will be okay with you taking the chest?” I ask as Riley takes the turn onto our old street, where his mom and my parents still live right next door to each other. God, I hope my mother doesn’t see me. Or worse, Dad.
“For Carla? Definitely. Besides, it’s been sitting in the garage since Dad died and I’ve been jonesing to fix it up.” He shrugs, “Plus, Mom’s been in a really good mood lately. I’d think she’d be fine with me robbing her blind.” He shakes his head, chuckling. “Did she seem different to you when you picked up the paint?”
Dammit.
“Yeah, she was really happy. And I think I know. . .”
“I wonder whose car that is.” Riley says as he pulls into his mom’s driveway. I look up to see a nice ass black BMW sitting in front of the closed garage. The same BMW that the Mystery Kisser was driving away in after macking all over Ms. Callahan yesterday.
“Riley, stop the car.” I gulp.
He slams on the brakes, “Are you okay?”
I nod, “Yeah, but I think I should tell you this when you’re not operating a vehicle.”
Especially when that vehicle could do some serious damage to a nice ass black BMW.
“Jess?”
I turn to look at Riley who is staring so hard at me and trying to figure out what’s wrong. My eyes are locked with his and the way my stomach flip-flops around like a fish out of water makes it impossible for me not to tell him what I saw.
“That BMW belongs to your mom’s boyfriend.”
***
“Carla!” Riley yells to his sister before he even opens the door to the apartment. I’m still running up the flight of stairs, trying to catch up with him. I wasn’t aware that, when you tell a guy that his mom is dating
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