For Better or Worse by Lauren Layne

Author:Lauren Layne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books

Chapter Eighteen

I TOLD YOU, YOU were drooly,” he said, wiping at his shoulder as they climbed the steps toward their respective apartments. “I have dried spit on my shoulder.”

“You do not,” Heather retorted, not looking back.

He probably did.

She would have felt awkward about waking up with her head nestled under his chin, her arm looped over his waist, with his around her shoulder.

But since this was Josh, he’d quickly made a joke about her snoring and was now complaining about her drool.

Two topics that definitely ensured any intimacy between them was purely platonic and wildly unsexy. And although a part of her wanted him to see her as a woman, she was too high on the warm fuzzies of the day to let his indifference to her lady bits get to her.

Heather felt horribly disloyal to her mom for having the thought, but today’s Thanksgiving had been the type of holiday she’d dreamed about on the Thanksgivings spent at the diner when her mom had to work, picking at green beans from a can and gravy that had congealed on the plate long before it had been set in front of her.

The family element had been exactly right, too. The gentle bickering, the exasperation, and the love. So much love. It had been everywhere, from the way Josh had gently coaxed smiles from his grumpy grandma to the way Josh’s parents had snuck gooey, lovesick looks across the table.

The Tanners would likely never know the gift they’d given her, but she was grateful all the same.

When they reached their respective front doors, Heather made a grab for one of the bags and peeked inside. “Is this the one with pie in it?”

He glanced down into his own bag and gave her a victorious grin. “Nope. You’ve got the carrots and potatoes. I’ve got the pie.”

She held out the bag to him. “Trade.”

“Hell no. I want a piece of this pie just as badly as you do. Maybe with a cup of really excellent coffee.”

She groaned. “You know I can’t handle it when you talk dirty.”

Josh stepped closer and wiggled his eyebrows, lowering his voice to a husky tone. “Can you smell it? All those dark roast beans? A hit of smoke, a little bit of chocolate. The way its rich bitterness rolls over your tongue, mingling with the sweetness of the pumpkin pie.”

“So this is how you coax women into your apartment? Because it’s totally working,” Heather said with a whimper.

Something flickered in his gaze, but then he smiled and it was gone. “Actually, I’m inviting myself into your apartment. My coffee stash is still in your place from this morning.”

“Even more impressive,” Heather said as she shoved her key into the lock. “You’ve managed to get yourself an invitation into my apartment.”

“Ah, but will it get me into your thong?”

She rolled her eyes and ignored him, stepping into her apartment and knowing he would follow.

“Speaking of this morning, are you still wearing a thong?” he asked, shutting her front door.

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