And Valentine's Day isn't until tomorrow." "I…" Once again her speech was interrupted when she saw a silver entering her field of vision, striking a pose as fashionable as the man before her. The woman leaned onto the man and gave him a peck on the cheek, oblivious to Evonne's presence.
The woman proceeded to move down to the man's lips, making a sucking sound like a fish out of water, then to his Adam's apple, until the man cleared his throat, drawing her attention to the fact that they had a guest. Evonne's eyeballs almost dropped to the floor when the silver turned to face her.
She too was only dressed in a loose towel, covering just enough for her breasts not to spill out. The woman eyed her briefly. Then sensing Evonne had the same significance as the potted plant displayed on the front porch, she turned back to her man.
"Logan, honey," she whined and then kissed Logan right in front of her again. "You took way too long, so I had to come and get you." Logan didn't look like he was interested.
His eyes were roaming elsewhere, and Evonne just happened to be their target. Gosh, get a room, you two! Evonne wanted to yell at them for being this intimate in broad daylight. And why am I still here anyway? Her job was done. She should get going.
But somehow, though, she wanted to get even with this blasted Logan, who was still grinning at her flirtatiously. As if on cue, the silver turned to her, giving her an evil glare. She said, "Why are you still here? Who are you and what are you doing here, kid?" KID? All right, that did it.
Evonne snapped. Who was this chick calling her a kid as she'd just been born yesterday? She was almost thirty, for Lord's sake.
This bimbo was her junior by almost a decade and had no right whatsoever to insult her. After all, she was very sensitive about her age, and her pride just couldn't take it when someone called attention to it. Evonne wanted to growl.
This younger generation, they just didn't show respect to their elders. She needed to set the record straight. With that thought in mind, she clenched her fists tight in self-determination, lifted her head to meet their eyes, and said, "I'm here—" "To give me roses for Valentine's Day."
Logan grinned. That did it. "You bitch!" the silver screeched, like an angry cat running its claws across a chalkboard, grating her eardrums. If Evonne where to stay around listening to this bimbo for another second, she could guarantee she'd lose her auditory senses. What to do? she thought. That was when she saw Logan's eyes again.
There was that wicked gleam. That was when it came to her. She knew why he'd said all that stuff before about the roses and Valentine's Day. This blasted man wasn't this bimbo's husband. They were merely playmates.