“You heard Lena quit?”
I just about jumped. “What? No. When?”
“Couple of days ago. Jimmy is not pleased.”
Mal gave a low whistle but otherwise didn’t comment. His gaze went to the hallway, where Mom and Lizzy were winding up their tour on account of them running out of places to look.
“Quick,” Mal said, bringing his face close to mine.
“What?”
“This.” He covered my mouth with his, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Generally kissing me stupid. Whatever mocking statement Ben made, I missed it. Only kissing Mal mattered. His hands cupped my ass, fingers kneading. My toes curled and my senses went wild. By the time he pulled back, my lips were wet and most definitely so were things downstairs. It took a long minute for me to catch my breath.
“Can’t make out in front of your mom,” he explained. “Oops. I kinda f**ked up your lipstick. More than last time even. Sorry.”
“It was worth it.”
“Was it?” he asked, heat and affection and a hundred other things shining in his beautiful green eyes.
“Oh, yeah. You’re the best.” I grinned back at him.
“Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!”