Lifting my eyebrows, I asked, “Her throat?”
“That little cunt licker. I cannot believe, with her own father in the house, she had the nerve to make a move on you! Wait until our next family get together.”
God, I love this woman.
“Babe, did you call her a . . . cunt licker?”
Meagan snarled up her lip as she narrowed her brows. “Ugh. Yes!”
“Is Sandy a swinger?”
Meagan’s mouth gaped open. “How the hell would I know?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I let out a chuckle. “I don’t know, you called her a cunt licker.”
Meagan pursed her lips together as she shook her head and let out a frustrated breath. “That’s just something Grace said once, and it seemed like a good time to use it.”
“Because you think she’s a swinger?”
Her hands flew to her hips. “Jesus H. Christ, Gray! I don’t have a damn clue what she is and I don’t give a flying fuck. All I know is she tried to get you to sleep with her and I want to punch her in her throat!”
Laughing, I pulled Meagan into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. It didn’t take long before we were all over each other and in bed naked.
It was the perfect way to end a perfectly shit-filled day. Meagan wrapped up in my arms as we drifted off to sleep.
Meagan
I LOWERED THE book I had been reading and stole a peek at Grayson. He was buried in files that were laid out in front of him. He worked so hard and I knew he was trying to prove to everyone he deserved to be the youngest, fastest promoted detective on the Durango force.
“You hungry?” I asked as I stood up and stretched.
“Nah, you go on ahead and eat something, babe.”
With a frown, I slowly turned and headed to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I glanced around.
Nothing.
Ugh. Single men never keep food in their houses. Shutting the door, I made my way to the pantry. I wonder why I just don’t talk to Grayson about moving in together. What am I afraid of?
I stood there mindlessly looking at ten different boxes of cereal as I contemplated talking to Grayson about living with him. It was the middle of March and we had been going strong as official boyfriend and girlfriend for two months.
Two months. Maybe that’s too soon?
Chewing on my thumbnail, I leaned against the island as I thought this through. Maybe having our two separate spaces was a good thing for right now. Even though I spent ninety-nine percent of my time here, I still had my apartment to go to.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket as I pulled it out and smiled.
Mitchell.
Mitchell: Hey Meg. Are we still on for Monday afternoon?
Me: Yep! I’ll see you at the office around 3:45.
Mitchell: Okay good. See you then. Bye.
I stared at the message and thought it was kind of strange for Mitchell to text me just for a reminder. I often gave my cell phone number to my patients. Melissa frowned on it, but I felt like it allowed them to trust me a bit more. Almost all of them communicated through text for their appointments or when they were faced with a tough time.
“What are you doing staring at your phone?”