The can drops to the sink, making a loud clanking sound as it hits the marble. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I’m sure I look guilty as fuck, my hands crossed over my chest as I try to act inconspicuous.
She giggles, keys jangling in her hand as she attempts to cover her smile. “I’m never going to let you live that down. Just so you know, that was dry shampoo. Not hair spray.”
I let out a disgruntled sigh, pushing past her and walking toward her kitchen. Her footsteps follow me through the hallway. I open the door, letting Kitty out into the backyard before we leave.
When I turn around, I find Pippa still beaming at me. “My hair looked like shit because someone tugged on it all night. You had no gel. Water didn’t do shit. It was my only option.”
Her lips twitch. “You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.”
I roll my eyes. “Perfect. Instead of coming down your throat this morning, I get to hear you call me cute. This is exactly how I wanted the morning to go,” I grumble, opening the back door and letting Kitty back in. I give her a few scratches on her ear before Pippa claps her hands together.
“Okay! We’ve got to go. I forgot my truck needed gas, so we’re going to have to take the van, but it should be fun. I just might have to speed a little so we don’t miss Cade.”
“Kitty, all of this could be solved if people just knew how to text,” I tell the dog, giving her one last chin scratch. I think I’m even getting attached to Pippa’s dog.
I follow Pippa out the front door, waiting for her to lock it before I follow her down the driveway. We walk past her truck and stop at her bright pink van. I remember it vividly from Beck and Margo’s wedding, the memory of icing splattered all over the suit that cost me three grand.
“This is the most you thing I’ve ever seen,” I clip, climbing into the passenger seat. I close the door a little too hard, making my thoughts on our current little field trip obvious.
I’d much rather have my cock in her perfect, warm mouth right now. Or at this point, I’d already have been pounding into her from behind as she watched me fuck her through the mirror on her dresser.
Or I could be making her breakfast in bed, doing something sweet because she makes me want to do shit like that. Instead, we get to play matchmaker for two people who could solve all their problems with a simple phone call.
Pippa climbs into the driver’s seat, turning the car on and backing out of her driveway too fast for me to feel safe. I grip the handle above my head for dear life.
She looks over at me, shaking her head. “That’s a tad bit dramatic.”
It turns out I’m not being overdramatic because she has to slam on the brake before almost running right into the poor mailman.
She waves her hand out the window at him. “I’m so sorry, Joel! We’re in a rush!”
He gives her a dismissive wave. She doesn’t wait long for anything else, stepping on the pedal and rushing out of her quiet neighborhood. I close my eyes. I’m not a religious man by any means, but I say a prayer that she doesn’t get us killed before we even make it to her friend.
45
PIPPA
“Okay, so I tried just focusing on getting to Cade, but I have to ask. How did this happen?” Mare asks, looking at me with an unreadable look on her face. She keeps looking over her shoulder at Camden, as if she’s checking to see if he’s real or not.
I meet Camden’s eyes through my rearview mirror. It’s been silent for a majority of the car ride, but we still have some time until we make it to the airport. Apparently, Mare wants to spend that time talking about me, even when she’s the one doing a big, elaborate gesture of love.
“Pip, are you dating the asshole tourist?” Mare presses, her voice full of shock. She bites her lip anxiously, her eyes darting from Camden to me and back again.
“Yeah, Pip, are you dating the asshole tourist?” Camden asks sarcastically from his tiny seat in the back. It’d be way more funny seeing his tall, athletic body squeezed into the seat way too small for him if I wasn’t getting the third degree from my best friend.
I sigh, risking a glance over at Mare. “You’re asking an awful lot of questions. Can’t we just talk about what you’re going to say to Cade when we get to the airport?”
She shakes her head, a small smile blooming on her face. Bitch. I’m not prying into what’s been happening between her and Cade, even though I have plenty of questions.
“I already know what I’m going to say to him. We’re talking about you.” She looks back over her shoulder again. “And how you ended up hooking up with this asshole.”