Free Inn & Out (A Romantic Comedy) (Five More Wishes Book 2) by Elise Sax Page B

to see if someone has fallen through the floor, again. “So you two look close,” Jordyn comments when Thor leaves.
    “Purely professional,” I say. She smiles and arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
    “Is Ted your husband?”
    “Yes. He’s around here someplace. Has Thor cooked for you, yet?”
    “Three times a day. I think he was a cook in the navy,” I say.
    She laughs and touches my arm. “Is that what he told you? Thor wasn’t a cook in the navy. He was a commando commander. Some kind of super secret SEAL team. He can hold his breath for a full seven minutes. Listen, get him to make you his boeuf bourguignon. He only makes it for the ones he loves.”
    “Oh, but he doesn’t love me,” I say, startled. She smiles again, turns on her heel slowly and walks out of my life. I wonder if Thor ever made Jordyn his boeuf bourguignon and how she knows that he can hold his breath for seven minutes.
    Thor comes back soaking wet, and he grabs a kitchen towel and dabs his wet face. “A pipe burst and knocked Ted in the face. Two broken noses in one day. It might be a record.”
    I chew on a nail. “This is bad,” I say.
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    I’m worried about it. I’m really worried. All of my big plans have crashed and burned with my first event. “I’m not worried about it, but this is bad.”
    “It’s not that bad.”
    “Trust me, Michael Jackson came by and said this is bad.”
    The house clears out, and the graduation party cleans up the mess and begins its golf cart parade away from the High Tide Inn. The large man with the broken nose and his wife are among the last stragglers.
    “Here you go,” the man tells me, handing me a check.
    “I was already paid,” I tell him.
    “For your troubles. You provided a beautiful venue, and we’ll be sure to spread the word.”
    It’s a check for another three hundred dollars. I’m rich. I can afford non-generic toilet paper. I almost cry. Well, to be perfectly honest, a few tears do roll down my cheek. Thor wipes them off with his thumb and cups my cheek with his hand, gently tipping my head back to look into my eyes.
    “Your terrible idea wasn’t so terrible in the end.” His voice is low and deep, and like a foghorn announces fog, his voice announces sex. Lots and lots of hot, sweaty sex.
    Sex.
    I remind myself about my vow. Sex with Thor would definitely break it. But is Thor a bum? Am I still a bum magnet? It’s possible that he had an affair with Jordyn, who’s a married woman, but perhaps he was involved with her before she was married. I need to ask him about that. Maybe he was never involved with her at all. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course he was involved with her. How could he not? She’s a sex-horn, too. A big-boobed sex-horn.
    I remind myself that Jordyn isn’t here, but I am. I’m with Thor, and Thor’s looking at me, his eyes growing darker by the second. Maybe he’s not a bum. Maybe he’s safe. What could a little sex with Thor hurt, anyway? It probably would do me a world of good. Lots of good. Surely a roll in the hay wouldn’t truly break my vow.
    Oh, I’m a weak, weak woman.
    “What’s for dinner?” Jean asks, walking into the kitchen and thankfully breaking the moment. “Oh. Did I interrupt something? Are you going to get naked again? I don’t care about the naked thing, but I expect dinner on the table at six o’clock.”
    “I was just going to get started,” Thor says, slamming a pan onto the stove. I take a deep breath and will the throbbing in my lower half to stop. No use. Even though I’ve been saved by a hungry, old lady, I can’t count on her to vagina-block me every time. At some point, the throbbing will take over, and Thor’s going to catch me. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I want him to catch me.

CHAPTER 7
     
    The next week is a series of near-misses, like I’m an overworked air traffic controller at O’Hare. I try not to be in the same room alone with Thor at any given time, but Jean and