Chapter 40
“This must be the fiancé,” the friend said, pushing the door shut and stalking after them in what Nathan supposed was an attempt at sexy predator but reminded him more of seasick penguin
Nathan disentangled himself from Laura’s whiskey-strong grip. “Yeah, I’m Nathan. And you would be?”
“I’m Mel,” said the friend, who paused for a mouthful of Laura’s eager, domineering kiss. When Laura drew away, they held one another, and Mel checked Nathan out, much to Nathan’s chagrin.
“Hmm,” Mel mused. “Yeah, you were right. He is hot. I could do this.”
“Told you,” Laura said smugly, and she nibbled on Mel’s lower lip, watching Nathan.
Nathan tried to remain calm. “I don’t know what she told you, Mel, but I’m not—”
“And look, he even cleaned for us!” Laura said over Nathan’s protests. She stepped away from Mel and toward the bedroom. She giggled over her shoulder. Laura never giggled.