as they were speaking and felt the pressure of Mandy's thigh against her own. She backed up as unobtrusively as possible.
"I'm quite a bit
younger
than them, of course," Mandy informed her, her lips parting in a slow smile. "And they're
so
married."
"So...uh...you're into soccer." Quinn wasn't in the mood to flirt. In fact, as attractive as Mandy was, Quinn didn't have the slightest interest in pursuing anything further with her.
"Mmm-hmm." Mandy's fingers trailed feather-light across Quinn's abdomen. Her smile grew heavy at the swift contraction of the firm muscles. "I played quite a bit in high school. Plus, my dad owns the gym, so it's good PR for the business if I'm involved." .
"You like it?" The insistent touch was starting to get irritating.
"Sure. There are always so many interesting women around." Mandy stretched and pushed her hand through her hair, a practiced move that thrust her breasts forward. "It's so nice to see someone
extra special
arrive on the scene, however."
As Mandy's hand returned to her waist, Quinn backed up another step. "Uh-huh."
"Let's go find someplace more private so we can have lunch together. I'll even feed you with my fingers."
"Thanks," Quinn said quickly. "But I'm eating with Honor and her family."
Mandy raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Honor and I work together."
"How nice."
Her tone, however, suggested that was anything but true.
* * * * *
Honor walked into the kitchen and slammed the screen door.
"You're out of Coke. Robin said it was in here somewhere?"
"You're ticked off because we ran out of soda?" Linda, her hands covered with barbecue sauce this time, blew hair off her forehead and gestured with her chin to the pantry behind them. "Remind me again why I like to throw these parties? I haven't been out of this kitchen for more than fifteen minutes at a time."
"There are plenty of people to help you, if you'd only
ask."
Honor yanked open the pantry door. "Where? Never mind, I see it."
Linda rested her butt against the counter and wiped the worst of the sauce off with a paper towel, regarding Honor curiously. "Honor, honey? Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
Honor spun around, two six-packs of Coke in her hands. "Do you really have to invite
her
to every one of these parties?"
"Just a minute while I translate that." Linda stared off into space. "Mandy's here, and she's annoying you already."
"She's practically crawling into Quinn's pants right in the middle of the lawn."
Linda was momentarily speechless, then she rushed to the door. "Where? Let me see."
"I swear to God, someone needs to put her on a leash." Honor slammed the cans down on the table, rattling the bowls of food.
Linda turned back, regarding Honor in amazement. "Are you still burned about something that happened ages ago? She was a child when she came on to Terry."
"She was
not
a child. She was eighteen years old. And she didn't just
come on
to her, she cornered her at a party and kissed her!" Honor flushed at the memory. "If I'd caught her at it, I would've killed her."
"As I remember Terry's version, it was over in a second,
and
she informed Mandy in no uncertain terms that she was off limits." Linda recalled Terry recounting the story of Mandy catching her alone at a party, and Mandy's shock when Terry had told her to go away. It had been funny then, and it was funny now, but she held back a laugh because Honor was clearly upset. She just wasn't entirely certain what Honor was upset about.
She's practically crawling into Quinn's pants...
"Ah..."
"Ah, what?"
"Nothing," Linda said quickly. "So, what's
Quinn
doing?"
"I have no idea, and I couldn't care less."
"Ookaay. So, if you're not going to be busy killing Mandy for a while, you want to help me with the chicken?"
Honor stared at her and then at the piles of chicken parts, contemplating homicide.
I'm losing my mind.
"Sure. Give me a really big knife."
The two friends grinned at one another, then broke into laughter.
Chapter Nine
Q uinn made
"I'm quite a bit
younger
than them, of course," Mandy informed her, her lips parting in a slow smile. "And they're
so
married."
"So...uh...you're into soccer." Quinn wasn't in the mood to flirt. In fact, as attractive as Mandy was, Quinn didn't have the slightest interest in pursuing anything further with her.
"Mmm-hmm." Mandy's fingers trailed feather-light across Quinn's abdomen. Her smile grew heavy at the swift contraction of the firm muscles. "I played quite a bit in high school. Plus, my dad owns the gym, so it's good PR for the business if I'm involved." .
"You like it?" The insistent touch was starting to get irritating.
"Sure. There are always so many interesting women around." Mandy stretched and pushed her hand through her hair, a practiced move that thrust her breasts forward. "It's so nice to see someone
extra special
arrive on the scene, however."
As Mandy's hand returned to her waist, Quinn backed up another step. "Uh-huh."
"Let's go find someplace more private so we can have lunch together. I'll even feed you with my fingers."
"Thanks," Quinn said quickly. "But I'm eating with Honor and her family."
Mandy raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Honor and I work together."
"How nice."
Her tone, however, suggested that was anything but true.
* * * * *
Honor walked into the kitchen and slammed the screen door.
"You're out of Coke. Robin said it was in here somewhere?"
"You're ticked off because we ran out of soda?" Linda, her hands covered with barbecue sauce this time, blew hair off her forehead and gestured with her chin to the pantry behind them. "Remind me again why I like to throw these parties? I haven't been out of this kitchen for more than fifteen minutes at a time."
"There are plenty of people to help you, if you'd only
ask."
Honor yanked open the pantry door. "Where? Never mind, I see it."
Linda rested her butt against the counter and wiped the worst of the sauce off with a paper towel, regarding Honor curiously. "Honor, honey? Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
Honor spun around, two six-packs of Coke in her hands. "Do you really have to invite
her
to every one of these parties?"
"Just a minute while I translate that." Linda stared off into space. "Mandy's here, and she's annoying you already."
"She's practically crawling into Quinn's pants right in the middle of the lawn."
Linda was momentarily speechless, then she rushed to the door. "Where? Let me see."
"I swear to God, someone needs to put her on a leash." Honor slammed the cans down on the table, rattling the bowls of food.
Linda turned back, regarding Honor in amazement. "Are you still burned about something that happened ages ago? She was a child when she came on to Terry."
"She was
not
a child. She was eighteen years old. And she didn't just
come on
to her, she cornered her at a party and kissed her!" Honor flushed at the memory. "If I'd caught her at it, I would've killed her."
"As I remember Terry's version, it was over in a second,
and
she informed Mandy in no uncertain terms that she was off limits." Linda recalled Terry recounting the story of Mandy catching her alone at a party, and Mandy's shock when Terry had told her to go away. It had been funny then, and it was funny now, but she held back a laugh because Honor was clearly upset. She just wasn't entirely certain what Honor was upset about.
She's practically crawling into Quinn's pants...
"Ah..."
"Ah, what?"
"Nothing," Linda said quickly. "So, what's
Quinn
doing?"
"I have no idea, and I couldn't care less."
"Ookaay. So, if you're not going to be busy killing Mandy for a while, you want to help me with the chicken?"
Honor stared at her and then at the piles of chicken parts, contemplating homicide.
I'm losing my mind.
"Sure. Give me a really big knife."
The two friends grinned at one another, then broke into laughter.
Chapter Nine
Q uinn made
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