“I don’t know. Should we check?”

Fisher grinned and slid off his stool. I followed him to the back room.

Door closed.

His hands in my hair.

My hands up the back of his shirt, fingers digging into his skin.

Our mouths colliding.

Tongues exploring.

My hum mixed with his hum, vibrating our lips.

We didn’t have an official last kiss, so who could blame us for needing to officially end things … with a mind-numbing kiss.

“Reese? Fisher?”

We jumped apart, breathless and a little disheveled.

“Where’d you guys go?”

Fisher ran a hand through his hair, even though it wasn’t his hair that got manhandled and tangled.

I wiped my mouth and combed my fingers through my hair as he grinned and shot me a quick wink before opening the door.

Fisher and his winks.

“Back here. Reese thought she’d been hearing some dripping noise in the back room, but I think it’s just condensation from the furnace.”

“Oh. Yeah, probably.” Rory lifted the cutting board full of cut veggies and dumped it into a wok.

“Who’s Rose?” I asked. “Fisher said you have a friend who’s an art teacher. How did you meet her?” I hopped back onto the chair as he walked behind me to join my mom in the kitchen, but not before letting his fingers tease the skin on my lower back where my shirt had slid up just above the waistband of my jeans.

I jerked, but Rory didn’t seem to notice.

“Rose. Um …” Rory shot Fisher a funny look. Did she see him touch me? “I’ve actually known her for many years. She was a client of mine when I owned my salon in Nebraska.”

“Wow. Really? That’s cool. And now she lives here too and is seeing you again?”

Pressing her lips together, she nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Nice.”

“Very nice.” Fisher stole a sliced carrot from the wok, and Rory smacked his hand.

“How have the two of you been getting along?” she asked.

I cut my gaze straight to Fisher, but he didn’t give a single glance in my direction. No. He was too cool to act guilty in the slightest way.

“Fine. She’s a bit of a handful at work. We’ve made a trip to urgent care for a nail in her hand as a result of her clumsiness, and she got it in her head that Happy Meals were a good idea for my crew, but other than that … it’s been pretty uneventful.”

It took me a minute to unpack his insane summary of our time together.

“You went to urgent care? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged. “It was no big deal. No stitches.”

Rory blinked several times and nodded. Then, she smiled. “Happy Meals?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s no big deal.”

“It’s a gigantic deal.” Fisher ruffled my hair.

Ruffled my hair!