Tim
slapped his forehead. “This is Mike I’m talking to. The man who
loves to talk out his feelings. Shall we go inside and have a chat
while painting our toenails?”
“How about we
have a chat over my fists?”
“How about we
don’t? Maddy wouldn’t like blood on her bonnet.”
Mike stabbed a
forefinger in his direction. “Don’t play with Cindy.”
Personally, the
very words conjured up all kinds of interesting images. Weird. Tim
shook his head.
Mistaking the
gesture for agreement, Mike grunted and turned his attention back
to the car.
Personally, Tim
had no intention of playing anything with Cindy. The woman was off
limits as far as he was concerned. Not only was she Maddy’s friend,
but she wasn’t the kind of woman around whom he hung. She might be
brazen, but she wasn’t hard, and hard were the only kinds he played
with, then he didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone’s
feelings.
Nope, Cindy
definitely wasn’t on his play list.
It didn’t stop
him thinking of her bountiful bosom, however, nor that swaying
walk. She had a generous backside and he’d found it more than a
little fascinating, especially after having a good eyeful of her
cleavage. Nothing wrong with a little fantasizing - as long as Mike
never found out.
Not to worry,
unlike him, Tim never found it necessary to share his feelings. In
fact, he shelved them and took them out later when he was alone to
examine. Or fantasize about.
Grinning, he
glanced up to catch Mike’s narrow gaze and he gave his friend the
thumbs up.
“I’m watching
you,” Mike growled. “Don’t forget it.”
“I didn’t know
you cared.” Tim placed his fingertips coyly over his nipples. “I
think I’m getting a little self-conscious.”
Mike gave him a
last glower before returning to the work at hand.
Grinning, Tim
followed suit.
The time passed
companionably and by the time they had the car going it was late
afternoon. Leaving the garage, Tim pulled his t-shirt back on and
walked out into the sunshine. Cindy’s car was no longer parked in
Maddy’s driveway and he wondered when she’d left.
Maddy came down
off the veranda. “Thanks for helping, Tim.”
“No worries.”
He bent and kissed her cheek. “Thanks for the muffins. When you
come to your senses and leave Mike, my door is always open.”
“Shame you’ll
be dead inside the house.” Mike came up behind Maddy to slide his
arms around her waist and pull her back against him.
She tilted her
head back to smile up at him, and the love was plain on both their
faces.
“I feel ill,”
said Tim.
“Then don’t
look.” Mike placed a kiss on the tip of Maddy’s nose and
straightened, still keeping her hugged against him. “Thanks for
your help, Tim.”
“No worries.
Now you can take Maddy out for her birthday dinner. Though you
could have gotten a taxi, you tight-arse.”
“Me?” Mike was
indignant. “I mentioned it and Maddy was against it.”
“We need the
money to finish the renovations,” she reminded him. “We’re not
wasting it on taxis.”
Tim frowned a
little. “I could help out.”
Mike and Maddy
levelled their gazes at him.
“Or not.
Definitely not.” Tim crossed to his car, pulling the keys from his
pocket. Just before he slid inside, he looked seriously at his
friends. “I know you won’t accept help, but if anything ever really
bad happened, you’d come to me, right? There would never be strings
attached, you know that, right?”
Mike looked
down at Maddy, and she slid out of his hold and walked across to
Tim. Placing her hands each side of his face, she tugged gently and
he bent down. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she whispered, “We
know.”
He glanced up
at Mike, who nodded.
And that was
all that needed to be said and done.
Feeling a lot
more cheerful, Tim got into his car and drove home. Pulling into
his garage, he closed the door remotely behind him and got out.
Entering the house through a side door, he listened to the