CHAPTER 391

“All I smell is my sweet Keely.”

“Horny bastard.” She resisted snapping him with the towel after her mind glommed on to his use of the word “my”.

“Does that barfing thing happen often?”

“Often enough that I keep a change of clothes in my locker. But I’d forgotten to replace them because I haven’t done laundry in a coon’s age.”

“How long exactly is a coon’s age?”

“Halfway between the twelfth of never and when hell freezes over.”

“You’re in a mood.”

So was he. She hustled to her bedroom and bent over to open the bottom dresser drawer. Down to her last pair of clean jeans. She’d have to do at least one load of clothes tonight. She turned and Jack was right there. With that look. The look that thrilled her. The look that warned her she’d be late for the damn basketball game. “Jack—”

He dropped to his knees.

“I really don’t have time—Omigod! You so don’t play fair.” Her feet slid on the carpet as she automatically widened her stance.

Jack chuckled against her sensitive flesh and licked her