At the same time, Max’s phone rang.

I jumped half a foot up from the bed and emitted a little terrified scream, nearly sloshing my wine on the bed.

Max started laughing.

Then he hit the pause on the remote and leaned into me, grabbing the phone from his nightstand and beeping it on.

Up on my elbow, I took a calming sip of wine and twisted my head to look at him as he said into the phone, “Yeah?” My eyes caught his and he said, “Yeah, sure, she’s here.” Then he offered the phone to me.

I felt my eyebrows go up.

“Me?” I asked.

“Arlene,” he answered.

“What?” I asked.

He shook the phone at me. I sat up and took it.

“Hello?” I said into it when I put it to my ear.

“Where are you?” Arlene queried.

“Um… watching a movie with Max.”

“Watching a movie with Max?” Arlene asked as if I said I was strapping in to take a joyride with Evel Knievel.

“Yes,” I answered.

“You’re supposed to be at The Dog with me getting wasted.”

Oh dear. I forgot about that.

“Oh, Arlene, I’m so sorry, I… the day kinda got away from me.”

“Yeah, I heard, two blond English guys are at the hotel bein’ snooty and actin’ like their shit don’t stink. Two blond English guys, word on the street says you, your Ma and Max faced off with this mornin’. That makes Damon, Kami, Shauna and two snooty, blond English guys. Girl, what is it with you?”

“Um…” I answered for there was no answer to give, I didn’t know what it was with me.

“You fight with two English guys then throw a fit on the sidewalk outside The Mark in the mornin’, come night, you get blotto at The Dog.”

Wow, the people in Gnaw Bone didn’t mess around with gossip.

“Is that a rule?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s a rule,” Arlene answered.

“I thought it would be better to give myself a facial and relax in front of a movie,” I told her.

“You thought wrong,” she replied then demanded, “Give the phone to Max.”

“Sorry?”

“Phone… to… Max,” she repeated.

“Okay,” I agreed, happy to give the unhappy Arlene to Max, I held the phone to him and said, “She wants to talk to you.”

His mouth was twitching and he took the phone from me then he put it to his ear.

“Arlene,” he said then he paused to listen then he said, “Right.” Then he bleeped the phone off and put it back in its charger.

I stared at the phone. Then I stared at him.

Then I noted, “That was quick.”

“Yep,” he replied.

“What did she say?”

“You and your Mom are meetin’ her for drinks tomorrow night.”

“We are?”

“She says she’s arrangin’ a Girl’s Night Out.”

“Um…”

“Jenna’s there now too, Arlene says she’ll be there again tomorrow night. She says Jenna says she wants to get to know you.”

“Um…”

“I’ll go with,” Max offered and I stared at him.

Then I said, “Command performance Girl’s Night Out with Arlene I’m guessing doesn’t include you being there.”

“I’ll take Brody and Steve, we’ll let you do what you gotta do and we’ll have Guy’s Night Out.”

“I don’t think Girl’s Night Out works when it happens at the same place and the same time as Guy’s Night Out.” I supplied helpfully.

“Babe,” he replied, grinning then said no more.

Still being helpful, I explained, “I know you think that word speaks volumes but, I have to tell you, it actually doesn’t.”

His grin got bigger then it changed then my wineglass was no longer in my hand, it was on the nightstand. I had one second to look at it sitting there then I was in Max’s arms and on top of Max.

“Max…” I started, his hand slid in my hair and he rolled, taking me with him so he was on top. “Max! The movie!”

His mouth was at my neck as he informed me, “The police guy saves her at the last minute then he gets hacked in the first five minutes of the sequel.”

“You ruined it!” I cried as his hand pulled my robe over my shoulder and his lips trailed its progress.

“Trust me, you didn’t miss much,” he said against my shoulder.

“I would have liked to see it play out.”

His mouth moved back up my shoulder and down my chest as he changed the subject when he muttered, “Like lyin’ with you on my bed, watchin’ a movie.”

I liked that too, a lot.

Still, I said, “Yes, well, then we should have finished the movie.”

I was paying so much attention to his mouth, I didn’t notice his hand had slid up my side, my ribs until his fingers curled around the edge of my camisole at my breast.

“Prefer what we’re gonna do now,” he murmured against my cle**age and before I could retort his fingers pulled down my camisole exposing my breast then they curled around it, lifting it up and Max’s mouth closed around my nipple and sucked deep.

My back arched as heady sensations shot straight from my nipple to between my legs.

My fingers slid into his thick, fantastic hair, I forgot all about the movie and I whispered, “Yes.”

His mouth pulled my nipple deeper then his tongue swirled. I closed my eyes and just let my body experience the beauty of it.

He released my nipple, moved up and his lips hit mine.

“Bet you’re already wet,” he whispered there then his fingers tugged at the drawstring of my pajama bottoms, his hand slid in, I gasped at his touch and his eyes darkened with desire when they found he was right. “Fuckin’ love that,” he growled and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, his finger slid inside me and I moaned, not just already wet, but also already ready for him.

His finger slid out but then hit my sweet spot and rolled and my back arched to get closer to him but also to show him how very, very much I liked what he was doing.

“Crazy,” Max muttered against my mouth.

“What?” I whispered, my hands had pulled his thermal free and were gliding along the skin of his back.