Twenty-Five
Under the table, he pulled out his phone and texted Ruthie. Busy later?
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out to check it. Color rising in her cheeks, she hid her phone under the table, just as he was doing.
Y?
Short and sweet. Okay then. He could work with that.
Because I want u naked.
She shifted in her chair. He wondered what kind of underwear she had on under that dress. He wanted to find out in person. Immediately.
Bathroom break?
Too obvious?
Fuck. She was right. Both of them leaving the table at the same time would basically be a public declaration of something going on between them.
Trixie, who was sitting on his other side, whispered something in his ear.
“Hm?” he answered with a start. “Sorry, what was that?”
“Need an assist there, hot Scot?”
“Excuse me?
