Chapter 131
Tilda
The woman with short gray hair and striking cheekbones hustles across the little office toward us.
“Oh, Mother Mary, you…” Her voice catches. “You’re so pretty.” She stops before me and holds her hand out. “I’m Liza.”
I’m sure I look… flustered. But I’m really hoping she attributes it to our little make-out session and doesn’t assume Ethan just came down my throat.
Hoping the gel did its job, I lift my hand toward hers. “I’m Tilda.”
Our palms are an inch away when Liza shakes her head, then pulls me in for a hug.
Taken off guard but also slightly relieved, I hug her back.
When she finally releases me, I step back and lower the hand that was just up my skirt to my side. “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of good things.” I haven’t. But it feels like the right thing to say.
“Oh. Well. That’s so sweet to hear.” Liza presses her hands to her chest. “And can I just say how happy I am that Ethan has someone special in his life? He’s…
” She sniffs, and her chin quivers. “He’s just such a nice guy.
I’ve been praying for love to find him. I just knew there was someone out there. Boy or girl.”
I bite down on my lip so I smile the normal amount, not the open-mouthed grin that’s trying to take hold.
“And then you.” Liza gestures with both hands toward me. “You look like an angel.”
Ethan snorts.
I backhand his stomach.
And Liza bursts into happy tears.
“She’s sweet.” I plop myself onto one of the office chairs.
Ethan shakes his head and lowers himself into the other chair. “She’s something alright.”
I snicker as I spin to face the counter and reach for my bag.
“Did you really bring lunch too?” Ethan rolls his chair closer to mine.
“Too? Like I brought the blow job.”
He smirks at me. “Oh, you brought the blow job, alright. And you’re welcome to bring me that for lunch anytime you feel like it.”
I roll my eyes and pull out a plastic container. “Those are for special occasions, remember?”
“Beat up Ralph, get a big blow job. Got it.”
“Exactly,” I laugh. “Come to think of it, you probably earned one for scaring off that mountain lion.”
Ethan grips the brim of his fancy hat and tips his chin in a much obliged gesture.
I take out a bag of grapes and two camo-printed paper napkins from my bag, then open the container and place one of the sandwiches on a napkin for Ethan.
He picks up his turkey and cheese and lifts a brow. “Nice napkins.”
I pick up my own sandwich and roll my eyes. “I found a box in the garage that I thought was all wrapping paper and gift bags and suff. But half of it’s just napkins. For like… any holiday you can think of.”
“And what holiday is this for?”
I look at the tan-and-green camo print. “Not sure. But they’re the big blow job napkins now.”
Ethan huffs a laugh, and we lazily eat our sandwiches.
Once we’re finished, I start putting the items back in my bag. “Do you want to come over tonight?”
I’m pretty sure he will, but I still feel a little shy asking.
Ethan nods. “Yeah. I have to run to the hangar to sign some paperwork, then I’ll bring dinner over.”
I almost ask if I can go with him to the airport, just for something to do. But I’m still a little traumatized from those flights, so I don’t.
He lets his gaze travel from my eyes… down.
“And keep that dress on.”
I was already excited to see him again. But with that look in his eye… “Deal.”