Chapter 89

I apologized sheepishly to Marybelle, the diner’s owner, and left a really huge tip, with Beebub doingthe same. She just shook her head in resignation at the two town hooligans, back together again.

We drove home with messy shirts, grinning like idiots.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Beebub said as he pulled up in front of my house.

“You provoked me. Blame yourself.”

I got out of the truck, and he followed me inside to the little laundry room across from the guest bathroom.

“Give me your shirt. I’ll soak it. Do you have a spare with you?”

“Yeah, in my truck.” He stripped down to bare skin, save for his pants, and I had to look away before Idid something stupid like lick his nipples.

I cleared my throat and took the stained garment from him. “Go get that other shirt and I’ll take care of this.”