Naked In Spite of Ourselves by Nikki Winter

Author:Nikki Winter [Nikki Winter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“You’re cleaning…again.”

Kasper looked up from where he was gathering trash to take out and put on the curb. “Can’t leave a ruckus all over, zan.”

“A…ruckus?” she repeated, her lashes fanning before she sort of just tucked her lips in and stared off into space.

He finished tying off the bag and stood straight. “Yes, a ruckus. And why do you not have shoes on, yet? I’ve got to get you to the airport within the next 3 hours.” Penguins and polka dots greeted him when he glanced down at Numa’s shoe-less feet. The obsession with patterned socks was absolutely fascinating.

“Because I can’t find my booties and I want to wear my booties,” his wife—the twenty-seven-year-old rock star—answered.

Kasper fought not to laugh, but the way she wiggled her toes in those socks…

“You’re mocking me,” Numa said softly. “You’re mocking me and I am unappreciative of the mocking,”

“I’m unappreciative of the several pairs of animated dead eyes staring at me and yet, I don’t complain.”

“When you mock me your accent thickens. That’s how I know you’re mocking me.”

“Shoes,” Kasper barked, lifting the garbage bag and replacing it. “Find them and do so quickly.”

She turned with military precision back towards the hall that led to her bedroom muttering, “You give a man permission to spank you with a wooden spoon just once and all of a sudden he’s a school-marm.”

“You know I can hear you, do you not?” he called after her.

“I know and I don’t care!”

He chuckled slightly as he did a sweep of the kitchen for any trash he may have missed before grabbing the bag and heading around back. Aware that Numa had a cleaning service for when she departed on the road, he still drug the dumpster to the curb knowing it would make the job slightly easier for anyone coming to tidy up. His mother had been a maid; Kasper wasn’t one for putting heavier loads on those who specialized in public services. He and Esai had watched the women raising them drop from bone deep exhaustion on many a day and somehow, the lesson in courtesy and obsessive cleaning had been retained after all these years.

Speaking of Esai, he needed to call the bastard. He’d been avoiding him but it was time to face whatever torment Kasper knew was waiting for him at the hands of his friend. He’d face it… and possibly beat him to death.

The dumpster at the curb now, he turned to the sound of an engine roaring up the road and towards Numa’s home. The vehicle hit a quick spin and parked crookedly in the wrap around, blocking Kasper’s Range Rover from the front.

Partially confused and annoyed that anyone would just rock up to her place unannounced, he waited for the driver’s side door to open so he could get an explanation. All the explanation he needed came pouring out of the low-slung sports car in ripped jeans and a flamboyantly branded t-shirt. Kasper soon found himself faced with six feet of asshole on a stick.

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