“I closed the shop this afternoon,” Morgan informed him.
He blinked at her as he pulled himself from his thoughts. “I know.”
“I have someone coming to hang with you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, Morg.”
She stopped to glare at him for a long, hard moment. It was a silent message that there was no arguing about this with her. Not that she blamed her for thinking that way with everything that he put her through in such a short amount of time. He lifted up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. So who is coming over?”
“Meathead,” was her simple answer.
“Meathead? Why Meathead?”
She cocked her head at him. “Because the big lug adores you. He was actually giddy when I asked him.”
Rhett felt his cheeks warm a little. Yeah, Meathead was a klutzy goofball. He didn’t know that he actually liked Rhett. It was hard to find anyone who did. “Where are you going?”
“I have an out of town appointment. It shouldn’t last very long.” Morgan scooped up a box that was lying on the coffee table. “And I need to return these. Again, it won’t take long.”
Rhett nodded to the box. “Whatcha’ got there?”
Morgan lifted the lid and angled it to him. Nestled inside were a pair of raspberry colored high heels. Rhett tried to envision her in them wrapped tight around her feet, her bare, soft legs…
Whoops. The rascal in his pants was at it again. He squirmed on the desk to hide his growing erection.
She scowled a little at him. He cleared his throat and asked the question on his mind. “Why take them back? They don’t fit?”
“Oh, no. They fit. I was trying to get in touch with my feminine side. Unfortunately, I forgot that I don’t have one.”