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fought the sweet pain of hearing him talk about us as if we were a real couple. And since the best defense is a good offense, I rolled my eyes at him. "Pleeease. That was sex. Don't go all girl on me. It debases both of us."
"It..." He seemed to be sputtering.
"Yeah, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And FYI, obsessing over a woman who's, like, 70 is pretty twisted. You might want to spend some of your low class magazine money on counseling."
He made a couple of gestures that looked like he'd be flicking me on the forehead if I were closer. "You are the most..."
"Yeah, whatever."
I headed toward the door, and he followed me, naked, and still arguing. "We're not done."
"Oh, we're totally done."
He crossed his arms, looking nothing but stubborn. Still gorgeous, I hated to admit, but mostly stubborn. "I will follow you naked to the parking lot."
I rolled my eyes. "It will be the least disturbing thing I've experienced in the last ten minutes." I didn't even want to think about it. And, no, that did not mean he was right about my not wanting to deal with things.
"Go then."
"I will, and you suck at arguing too."
"Too?" He looked really upset at that. "You're implying that you cried out my name twice last night and scratched up my back because I'm not good at something else? And there'd be a lot more crying out and scratching up if you hadn't woken up all cranky."
That stopped me. "Oh, it's my fault? I'm just moody . And you know what else? I'm not even that blonde. So good luck with your Beach Blanket fantasy."
He lifted his hands in confusion. "Is this about your mother?"
I tapped my nose three times. "Ding, ding, ding! Tell him what he wins, 'cause it's not gonna be me."
This time he rolled his eyes. "If you won't listen to me, crazy woman, ask your mother."
"Do not bring her into this again, you twisted man."
"Twisted man? You're the one who's really bad at fighting. Over-react much? Geeze, Amy, there are rules about arguing."
"You want rules? Leave my mother alone."
"Your sainted mother? Yeah, I'll give you a heads up. You might want to start there, Amy, and open your eyes a little."
"Oh, I have." I meant to size him up and dismiss him, but, dammit, my eyes traveled a little too slowly and when I got back to his face, he was smirking.
"You'll be back."
I flipped him off on my way out but had to fight the urge to glance at him standing naked in the sun. Damned if I didn't have horrible taste in men. I could hear the voices of my father's congregation… But she grew up in such a nice family .
***
Brian's Take: All Undressed and Somewhere to Go
Brian knew standing naked in the doorway would not make points with the neighbors, at least not the kind he wanted. But he couldn't turn away until he'd seen the last of Amy. She'd call a cab once she cleared the drive-way, but he wished she'd let him take her home. Maybe if he had another minute to talk to her… but she'd say nothing but no .
She'd said yes to a lot of other things the night before. It hadn't surprised him to find her as straightforward and great as he'd hoped. The surprise had been how much he'd wanted her to stay, how much he'd looked forward to waking up, and seeing if he could stand to slow things with all the heat between them.
She had some things to sort out that was for sure. Not that he didn't. He'd tried to believe in his own guy swagger when he'd predicted she'd be back.
He hoped she would be. But first they had a funeral to go to.
Take Nine: A Church with a Funeral Soundtrack
My mom was in the hotel restaurant having breakfast, and I avoided being spotted, rushed up the room and was showered and dressed when she came in. Of course, we both knew I'd been out all night, but it was easy to ignore since we had something new in common. We both knew what wanting to flee L.A. felt like.
The cab dropped us at a non-denominational church that was a couple of square feet shy of being a mega-church. Compared to Dad's
"It..." He seemed to be sputtering.
"Yeah, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And FYI, obsessing over a woman who's, like, 70 is pretty twisted. You might want to spend some of your low class magazine money on counseling."
He made a couple of gestures that looked like he'd be flicking me on the forehead if I were closer. "You are the most..."
"Yeah, whatever."
I headed toward the door, and he followed me, naked, and still arguing. "We're not done."
"Oh, we're totally done."
He crossed his arms, looking nothing but stubborn. Still gorgeous, I hated to admit, but mostly stubborn. "I will follow you naked to the parking lot."
I rolled my eyes. "It will be the least disturbing thing I've experienced in the last ten minutes." I didn't even want to think about it. And, no, that did not mean he was right about my not wanting to deal with things.
"Go then."
"I will, and you suck at arguing too."
"Too?" He looked really upset at that. "You're implying that you cried out my name twice last night and scratched up my back because I'm not good at something else? And there'd be a lot more crying out and scratching up if you hadn't woken up all cranky."
That stopped me. "Oh, it's my fault? I'm just moody . And you know what else? I'm not even that blonde. So good luck with your Beach Blanket fantasy."
He lifted his hands in confusion. "Is this about your mother?"
I tapped my nose three times. "Ding, ding, ding! Tell him what he wins, 'cause it's not gonna be me."
This time he rolled his eyes. "If you won't listen to me, crazy woman, ask your mother."
"Do not bring her into this again, you twisted man."
"Twisted man? You're the one who's really bad at fighting. Over-react much? Geeze, Amy, there are rules about arguing."
"You want rules? Leave my mother alone."
"Your sainted mother? Yeah, I'll give you a heads up. You might want to start there, Amy, and open your eyes a little."
"Oh, I have." I meant to size him up and dismiss him, but, dammit, my eyes traveled a little too slowly and when I got back to his face, he was smirking.
"You'll be back."
I flipped him off on my way out but had to fight the urge to glance at him standing naked in the sun. Damned if I didn't have horrible taste in men. I could hear the voices of my father's congregation… But she grew up in such a nice family .
***
Brian's Take: All Undressed and Somewhere to Go
Brian knew standing naked in the doorway would not make points with the neighbors, at least not the kind he wanted. But he couldn't turn away until he'd seen the last of Amy. She'd call a cab once she cleared the drive-way, but he wished she'd let him take her home. Maybe if he had another minute to talk to her… but she'd say nothing but no .
She'd said yes to a lot of other things the night before. It hadn't surprised him to find her as straightforward and great as he'd hoped. The surprise had been how much he'd wanted her to stay, how much he'd looked forward to waking up, and seeing if he could stand to slow things with all the heat between them.
She had some things to sort out that was for sure. Not that he didn't. He'd tried to believe in his own guy swagger when he'd predicted she'd be back.
He hoped she would be. But first they had a funeral to go to.
Take Nine: A Church with a Funeral Soundtrack
My mom was in the hotel restaurant having breakfast, and I avoided being spotted, rushed up the room and was showered and dressed when she came in. Of course, we both knew I'd been out all night, but it was easy to ignore since we had something new in common. We both knew what wanting to flee L.A. felt like.
The cab dropped us at a non-denominational church that was a couple of square feet shy of being a mega-church. Compared to Dad's
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