Luke looked up when Kelly suddenly flopped something in front of him. She’d been busy snooping through his kitchen cabinets when she came over to the table, throwing the calendar she found at him.
“What’s this?” she demanded.
“Your calendar.”
“Why do you have it? I had no idea you had one.”
“I slept with you, obviously I like how you look. Why wouldn’t I buy your calendar? How many men can say they’ve done that with a girl who has her own calendar?”
“So, it’s an ego thing with you?”
“Sure, I’m a guy. Even if you try to pretend, we all don’t have the same urges. Besides, it’s a good calendar.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Then why is it hidden away under your phone book?”
“It annoyed me to look at it.”
“It annoyed you? Why in heavens would pictures of me, taken by Carl Simmins,
