Page 45 of Blame it on the Kiss
“Does a horse like hay?”
Honor smiled. On her walk to Ivy Bleu’s she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She and Bryce were at an impasse and the ball was in her court. Sophie was right. Time marched on. People changed and made progress toward something better. Honor needed to stop standing in her own way. She’d said goodbye to eleven months since Payton’s death. And the more time she spent with Bryce, the more her heart opened to him.
Both as a friend and maybe as something more, if only for one night. They both deserved to move forward and Payton would be okay with that. Her best friend had never begrudged someone else’s happiness.
Okay, she texted.
Her phone chirped two seconds later.Okay what? Just want to be clear since several days have passed since my offer.
Okay to one night. And thanks for sending me Danny.
Happy to help. With both. Danny’s not for the taking btw.
A flash of heat whipped through her at his possessive and flirtatious answer. She waited a beat before texting back.That’s not what he said.
WHAT DID HE SAY?
She giggled at his use of all caps.Something about keeping my keys and—
I’m going to kill him.
Now? I’d like to make good use of those hands of his first.
The only hands allowed to touch you are mine.
A shot of pleasure hit between her thighs as she remembered his hands and where they’d been. Good grief. He was turning her on as she walked down Main Street.
“Honor, dear, are you all right?” cute little dyed-blond Mrs. Landry asked, bringing Honor to a stop on the sidewalk. “You look a little flush.”
Of course someone would choose this moment to pass by. “I’m fine. Just worked up a little sweat painting. Thank you, though.”
“You should drink more water. Doctor Flynn says it’s the best thing for you. He also told me that being well hydrated helps keep the libido in good working order.” She double-winked, and Honor tried to keep a straight face.
“I’ll be sure to remember that.” And try to forget where she heard it. The last thing she wanted to hear about was Mrs. L.’s libido when the woman liked to sneak around with Uncle Tuck.
“When is your new store opening?”
“Soon.”
Mrs. L. patted her arm. “I hope so.”
Honor’s phone chirped. “Gotta go, Mrs. L.” She hurried around the spry senior and focused back on her phone.
Did I scare you away?
No. Sorry. Ran into Mrs. Landry and got schooled on the importance of drinking water.
So back to my hands on you, then.
I’m not sure your hands need to be involved.
Too late, sweetheart.
What makes you think I want a repeat performance?She did. She wanted his hands on her again and again and again.
The sexy sounds you made when you came.
Her pulse sped up.
