Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

took turns swatting at each other. Mason leaned on the doorjamb and glanced at his watch.
    “Let me know when you’re done.” He feigned a yawn and looked up.
    Mistake! Val and Darryl advanced toward him.
    Holding up his hands in front of him, he stepped sideways. “Wait a minute.”
    Val moved away from him. He turned his head, keeping her in sight.
    Smack! Darryl’s laughter followed close behind him. Val snickered and stuck out her tongue at him.
    “I yield,” Mason yelped.
    A loud thud sounded. “Damn,” Darryl cussed.
    Mason turned toward him. Darryl lay sprawled across the floor with the remaining pillows scattered around him.
    Val burst out laughing as she plopped down next to Darryl. “Never underestimate a woman and her arsenal.”
    Darryl made a face at her and joined in her laughter. Mason soon joined in.

    * * * *

    Val knuckled a tear from her cheek. “God, I needed that. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”
    Darryl wiped his eyes with the hem of his shirt. “Yeah, sometimes it feels good to be silly.”
    Mason sat down opposite them, holding out a box of tissues. His other hand held two, damp from wiping his eyes. “Need these?”
    Val pulled several from the box and handed Darryl some. “Thanks. Whew. I’m thirsty.”
    Darryl dragged his improvised ice bucket closer—a small wastebasket a third full of melted snow. He drew the almost empty wine bottle from it. “How about this?”
    “Hey, you’re getting me wet.” Val scooted closer to Mason. “How are we supposed to drink it? Out of the bottle?”
    Darryl shoved the bottle back in the wastebasket. It wobbled back and forth. He started to stand, taking a hold of the basket, causing it to rock more.
    “I don’t think that is a good idea,” Val warned, sliding further away.
    “Hang on.” Mason stood. “I’ll get a towel and some glasses.”
    He picked up the basket and headed to the kitchenette. After dumping the water out, he sat the wastebasket beneath the counter. He returned with the towel-wrapped bottle and three clean glasses.
    “What’s next?” he asked, filling their glasses. “Another movie?”
    “Maybe, if one of the other channels work.” Val started to reach for the remote.
    “Maybe a game,” Darryl offered, twisting the empty bottle between his hands.

    * * * *

    Val fingered the remote, glancing back and forth at Mason and Darryl. What was running through Darryl’s mischievous mind? His grin and wink at her indicated his thoughts ran in a direction she wasn’t sure she understood. Mason appeared to be at ease with Darryl’s suggestion. He leaned on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him, smiling. Had they finally talked and had a meeting of the minds? Val took a large sip of wine and swallowed.
    “Uhmmm—what did you have in mind?” she ventured, hoping she wasn’t getting in over her head.
    “Oh, nothing too hard.” Darryl laid the bottle on its side between them and spun it. “Remember Spin the Bottle?”
    Mason groaned. “God do I. Try kissing a girl with a mouth full of braces and not get yours locked up with hers.”
    “Yeah, you and Missy Snider.” Darryl chuckled and stopped the spinning bottle. “No, not quite that bad. How about a version of it but we up the ante?”
    Val bit her lip to keep from snickering at the look on Mason’s face. His lips parted and shut while his eyes widened. Whatever Darryl had cooked up, he hadn’t told Mason. Maybe they could still back out.
    “Explain, please. I’m holding back my answer till I know more.” She crossed her arms tight against her chest.
    Damn, she wished she’d stopped at two glasses and not drank more. A giddy feeling began creeping up her stomach and threatened to make her laugh each time Mason blinked and licked his lips. Crap, she was buzzed, maybe even tipsy.
    Darryl explained his game idea. But what was this about the bottle and kissing or answering a question? “Go over that again.”
    “Yeah,” Mason added.