The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(51)

Unless there was a reason to stray and that straying had happened so recently, she hadn’t yet had her shot to share.

“Addie,” I snapped.

She dropped to her knees, planted her soda in the grass, fell to her hip and took up the plastic fork in her tray, but she didn’t take a bite.

She skewered Johnny with her eyes.

“And you are?” she demanded to know.

“Johnny Gamble,” he rumbled.

“I was thinking you’d answer Magnus McHotterson but that works too,” she quipped, finally digging into her pork. “So, I know my sister and she wouldn’t score a hot guy and start making out with him in my thirty minute absence, so my guess is that someone wasn’t entirely forthcoming during margarita night last night,” she noted conversationally.

“That makes two of us,” I retorted.

She whirled a fork with pork stuck in its prongs in the air and then shoved it in her mouth.

She barely swallowed before she asked, “How long you been seeing each other?”

“We aren’t—” I began.

“Three weeks,” Johnny declared.

I looked to him to see his entire focus was on Addie.

“I’m taking his response,” Addie stated, and I looked to her to see her focus was on me. “You don’t suck face with someone you aren’t seeing.”

“We weren’t sucking face.”

“Girl, if you grabbed tighter hold on him, your fingers would have fused with his neck,” Addie returned.

I felt heat hit my cheeks and started glaring at her. “Let’s stop talking about Johnny and me.”

She arched her brows. “So there’s a Johnny and you?”

I ignored that. “Let’s talk about where you’ve been.”

“Uh,” she pointed with her fork to the paper tray, “souvlaki?”

“Getting souvlaki gives you sex hair?” I asked sharply.

Johnny burst out laughing, doing this using his arm around me to snatch me closer to him, fitting me tight to his side.

Addie’s eyes narrowed. “We’re not talking about this in front of your new boyfriend.”

“He’s not my new boyfriend.”

Johnny’s arm spasmed and Addie didn’t miss it.

She looked to Johnny. “Only Izzy would be in hot guy denial. She was practically dateless all through high school and convinced herself it was because she was ugly when it was because the guys were pissed at her because they wanted to date her but she refused to put out.”

“Addie, stop sharing stuff with Johnny,” I snapped.

This time, Addie ignored me.

Spearing more pork, she shared, “She’s probably convinced you’re only hanging around because you want to be her friend.”

“We’ve had sex eight times, Addie,” I informed her stiffly.

Her eyes sliced to me. “Eight? You’re counting?” She again looked at Johnny. “Well done. Three weeks, eight goes. She usually makes a guy wait for a year before she gives him the goods.”

Johnny chuckled and I turned to him. “Stop laughing.”

“Right, sp?tzchen.” He gave me a squeeze and his body kept rocking but he beat back the audible of his humor.

So it was now him I was glaring at.

“Sp?tzchen? What’s that mean?” Addie asked.

“Nothing,” I answered.

“Little sparrow,” Johnny answered.

“Cute,” Addie said through a mouth full of pork and a grin. “And so you,” she added, her blue eyes twinkling at me.

“I don’t make a guy wait a year,” I bit out.

She jabbed her fork at Johnny. “Apparently not anymore. Then again, for that,” she started swirling the fork, also at Johnny, “I wouldn’t wait five minutes.”

“Oh my God, someone kill me,” I said to the roof of leaves over our heads.

“Not gonna happen,” Addie replied cheerfully.

So I turned to Johnny, carefully pulled Brooks from his arm into my own, and decreed, “I’m going for a walk and I’m taking Brooks with me.”

“Don’t take Johnny. We have all sorts of fun things to talk about,” Addie said.

I speared her with a look.

She grinned through more pork at me.

And it was then the most adorable white Labrador in the world bounded toward us then to us, invading the blanket and jumping all over Johnny.

So the exuberant dog wouldn’t wake Brooks, I leaned away but then I stilled.

Completely.

Because Johnny was stilled.

Completely.

The dog danced around Johnny, kissing his neck, his bearded cheeks, butting him with his snout and bending to nose his hand, and Johnny just stared at him.

I also stared at him.

All of a sudden, Johnny took his arm from around me, lifted his hands and captured the dog’s head between them both. Dog and man stared into each other’s eyes before dog took his shot and licked Johnny from jaw to temple.

This was Ranger.

This was his dog.

This was his baby returned.

This was a reunion.

A happy one.

“Boy,” Johnny murmured with such immense feeling, my stomach that had twisted into a painful knot warmed even through the pain.