“We’re talking about a pair of panties, not Chapstick!”

“Fuck. Okay.” The line cracked as he blew out a long breath. “Okay. You’re gonna have to use my boxers.”

“I can’t wear your boxers!”

“What are you gonna do? Go commando?”

“I didn’t think of that. I was too busy telling off your gross little dog until she looked at me and made me feel guilty.”

“Yeah, she does that.” He paused. “You’re gonna have to take some of my underwear.”

I groaned and dropped back on the bed. “I knew I shouldn’t have slept with you on the first date.”

He burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah. Look, I have to get back to work. My boss thinks I’m using the bathroom and he’s gonna send a search party if I stay much longer. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks. Do you want me to let Poosh into the yard before I go?”

“If you have time, that’d be great. Thanks, Reagan.”

“No problem. I’ll let you go back to work so I can get to snooping through your drawers. Bye!” I hung up to the tune of his laughter and tossed my phone back down.

Right.

Time to find me some boxers.

There was a sentence I never thought I’d say.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – NOAH

Weird Is As Weird Does

I was so out of fucking place here.

Never in my life had I walked into a lingerie store, and I didn’t need the floor-to-wall mirror behind the bras to know that I stuck out like a sore thumb.

A mom with a teen daughter eyed me cautiously as her daughter dug through a basket full of discounted underwear. I gave her a timid smile and turned away so she didn’t think I was some kind of weirdo.

These places were not made for guys.

Not even the poor guy whose eyes were darting around like he was on the run from the FBI while his girlfriend rifled through a sale rack.

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing here.

I knew, obviously. I wanted to make up for Poosh being a little asshole, but I really hadn’t thought this through.

Go into the store, the guys at work had said. Buy a pair to replace the panties Poosh ate.

That was what happened when you let your friend use your phone to text his girlfriend without making sure your own conversations were shut down.

Thanks to Finn, the entire fire station knew I’d slept with Reagan and that my dog had found her own breakfast.

That was a fact I wasn’t gonna share with Reagan. I didn’t think she’d be too impressed, and she was already less than happy right now.

Which was why I was standing in the middle of this underwear store, hoping a pair of panties would grow a pair of legs and ask me to buy them.

“Sir? Can I help you?”

I turned at the sound of the voice. The woman behind me had long, curly red hair that was pulled into a ponytail and an inviting smile on her face. She was dressed all in black and had a badge on her shirt that said her name was Roxanne.