All that leg leading straight into a land of pleasure and treats covered only by the fabric of my shirt? Nothing fucking like it. So consumed with the sleepy look in her eyes, I didn’t even remember that a pajama-wearing Tammy sat drinking coffee at the counter while I cooked all of the meals I’d abandoned last night in favor of sleeping cuddled tightly to Easie’s sleek, naked back. As weird as it was, neither of us even considered my taking her home to sleep. “Well, well, it’s the life or death acting job girl.” “Easie,” my gorgeous girl said with the raise of a brow. Tammy could stir the shit all she wanted. Easie had no plans of eating it. “Right. I’m Tammy.” “I know.” They stared at one another for several seconds—assessing—before Easie spoke again. “Listen, it’s nice to meet you and everything. You know, formally.” Tammy raised her own brows, waiting for the turn. “But don’t ever put your lips on Anderson’s again.” And there it was. “Hasn’t he told you, honey?”
