Page 32 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

The line went silent and she called loudly, “Hello? Did you hear me?”

“Ask me nicely,” he said.

Rylie snorted. “Butt Ass.”

His deep laughter echoed through the phone. “Did you just call me butt ass?”

“Maybe.” He continued chuckling, and she said, “I like your laugh. Have I told you that?”

“Okay, I am definitely coming to get you; you’re being nice to me now. Where are you?”

She looked around, trying to piece her location together through her fuzzy brain. “In the parking lot of a church.”

“Which church?”

“Too many questions. You’re hurting my head.”

She heard tapping, as if he was texting, and the phone went quiet for several moments. Or longer. She might have dozed off before his loud voice woke her.

“What?” she moaned.

“I said I know where you are and I’m on my way. Just stay on the phone with me.”

“I’m not having phone sex with you if that is what you are asking.”

A bark of laughter exploded from the phone. “Who knew that sweet little Rylie Templeton got pervy when she’s had a few.”

“Corression,” she slurred. “I was telling you not to be a perv.”

“My bad. So, why did you get shit-faced anyway?”

“I needed one after the week I had.”

“Sounds like you had more than one.”

“You would be correct, monsieur.” She giggled and leaned her head back against the head rest when the world spun. “I always wanted to go to France. Learn to bake from a real French pastry chef.”

“Sober up, and I’ll take you.”

“Pshah, whatever.” She closed her eyes. “I always imagine France with a pink sky and fluffy white clouds above my head. And everyone sings like in the opening of Beauty and the Beast.”

“Yeah, no, it’s not like that at all.”

“You’ve been?”

“Yeah, I’ve been.”

“Bastard.”

“Wow, you also get hostile when you’ve had a few.”

It was suddenly so hot. She leaned her head against the cool glass of her car window, sighing in relief. “I’m just jealous. I’ve never been anywhere. I’m so boring.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I find you pretty interesting.”

She scrunched up her face, keeping her eyes closed. “Ha. Dirty man.”

“How was that dirty?”