Man Hands by Sarina Bowen & Tanya Eby

Author:Sarina Bowen & Tanya Eby [Bowen, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942444497
Publisher: Rennie Road Books
Published: 2017-12-11T08:00:00+00:00

On the way to the airport, I indulge in thoughts of hotel sex with Tom. The truck hums along the highway, and I’m humming right with it. Maybe it’s all that horsepower.

Or maybe it’s Tom. He’s flipped some kind of sexual switch in me that I can’t shut off.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” he asks.

“Hotel sex.” There’s really no point in lying.

“Mmm,” he says, and his tone approves.

But then it occurs to me. “You’ve probably had lots of hotel sex.” For me this will be exotic. But if I understand his job correctly, he must be in hotels all the time.

“Mmm,” he says again, and the sound vibrates in my chest. And other places. “But I haven’t had any hotel sex with you.”

There are lots more vibrations now. Yowza.

Tom parks the Big Shiny Truck in the parking garage at Gerald Ford International Airport. You can’t actually fly outside the country from this airport, but the name sounds better than Gerald Ford Small Potatoes Airport.

I’ve already got my door open when Tom grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze, stopping my progress. Right away I’m thinking, Why not a quickie in the truck? I close my door.

“Brynn,” he says quietly.

“Yes, Tom?” I breathe. Take me. The wrap dress will make this easy. Just one little pull and I’ll unravel at your feet.

“This is your last chance to bail out of the fake engagement before it starts making headlines. I’d understand.”

Oh. “That is very considerate of you. But I’m along for the ride, okay? I’m not exactly famous for my good decision making. But here we are outside a fake international airport, and I’ve painted my toenails for this occasion so let’s be fake engaged.”

He grins at me like I’m hilarious. “Okay. You’re going to need this, then.” He pulls something out of his pocket.

Oh, fuck. It’s a ring box.

He’s doing this. He’s doing this now right by the curbside check-in and a woman saying in her thick Michigan accent, “Oh, fer sure, I hope the plane ride doesn’t make me nauseous, dontcha know?”

“Brynn?” he asks, and suddenly everything else around us silences.

Something goes a little wrong with my breathing, because this part is weird. There’s no denying it. When you get out that little square velvet box and hand a ring to a girl, it’s supposed to mean something. It’s supposed to be a moment.

I’d forgotten how it felt to see that box. It feels like potential.

“Breathe, honey,” he says.

Right.

I breathe. It’s more of a hiccup, really, but then I try again. He holds my gaze, and his eyes tell me that he knows this is weird. “I hope it fits.” He opens the box and sighs.

The ring inside is beautiful. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before. Smooth gold surrounding a simple, frosted orb. It’s not a diamond, which is great because diamonds always look like just glass to me. This globe thing seems luminescent. I love it to pieces.

Shit!

I love it. And I want it on my hand now.

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