Kiss Me Not by Kate Aster

Author:Kate Aster
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kate Aster

Chapter 10

- COLT -

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After a couple single-serving bottles of Chardonnay, Max has definitely begun to appreciate the abundant joys of the minibar.

“There’s caviar in here.”

Her bubbly tone has me cringing, picturing the stuff that’s two thousand dollars an ounce. I’m almost ready to rise from the bed to check the pricing list, when she adds, “So sad. Poor little eggs deserved the chance to live. Want some pretzels?”

“Love some.”

She tosses me a bag. “I’m gonna change.”

I cock my head. “Into what? We didn’t pack.” Truth be known, I hadn’t thought this plan through. I’m already good in just my boxers for the night, but I kind of figured—hoped—she’d keep that dress on.

“They’ve got robes in the closet. I’m so done with this bra. I have to wear a strapless one with this damn dress. Makes me feel like I’m in a corset. It’s almost as uncomfortable as a thong.”

She disappears into the bathroom, and I’m afforded a few minutes to myself.

Bra… corset… thong. If she mentions one more piece of lingerie, I might have to leave. I don’t know what I was thinking, getting a room at a swank hotel when I’ve barely managed to keep my hands to myself tonight. Huge error of judgment.

My eyes wander to the window again, the city lights beckoning me.

“What makes you think I’d be a good teacher, anyway?” I find myself asking her through the closed bathroom door. “All I ever do is bitch about teaching at West Point.”

Her suggestion intrigues me—not just the idea of teaching kids, but the realization that she seems to know what I want out of life even more than I do.

Something with meaning. Something demanding. Something with a new challenge every day. All the things I felt when I first put on my Ranger scroll.

And all the things I felt might slip away that day the doc said I was “broke.”

“You were such a good camp counselor. Remember? At Camp Winnebago?”

“Camp Winnabanga. Winnebago is an RV,” I correct.

Coming out of the bathroom, looking way too appealing in a fluffy robe, she shrugs. “Remember when we both got jobs as camp counselors there?”

“And you quit within a week, leaving me on my own? Yeah, I remember. I’m still mad at you about that.” I’d fake a pout, but I’m finding myself too distracted by what she’s wearing.

Or rather, what she’s not wearing under that robe.

“Oh, come on. Me?” She bounds into the bed. “A camp counselor? I can’t believe they even gave me the job in the first place. Besides, if you were hanging out with me that summer, you might not have met Kelly Chipper.”

“Kipper,” I correct, always protective of my first love.

“My point is, you were great in that job.”

My eyes widen. “How would you know? You left!”

“Yeah, but I saw how they looked up to you that Saturday I came up to visit. The kids idolized you. And you weren’t even cool back then.”

“Kelly seemed to think I was.”

“Fair enough.”

When she rolls her eyes, I catch myself wondering why it’s taken me this long to notice how beautiful they are.

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