Autum's Lost (A letting go series) by Leia Madison Read Free Book Online Page B

kitchen, “That makes perfect sense Clarissa, and I think Michael has nice trousers on tonight, don’t you Addy?” She winks at me- the little vixen- I can see through her match making words.
    “I didn’t notice Michael’s jeans mom, I have been busy, and I don’t think Clarissa wants you talking about his jeans either. That might give her nightmares.”
    To that statement Clarissa’s head pops up, “No nightmares here, though I will say Addy, that he does fancy those grey pinstripe ‘trousers’ of yours. How did he put it the other day, ‘that ass of hers could stop traffic.” My mom and her burst out laughing, as I try in vain to hold in my smile. I shake my head and turn to walk away, and I notice Michael coming inside from out on the deck, sauntering towards me like a lion watching his prey. I give him an eye roll and irritated sigh.
    “What’s all the hen cackling about?” he looks at me, back to Clarissa and then at my mom. My head is now looking at the ceiling wishing a hole would swallow me up, my mom has tears in her eyes and Clarissa is lying on top of the pile of sweaters with her face in them muffling the sound of her laughter.
    I continue toward the kitchen and start to pass by Michael, but stop and look up at him, “You never did tell me why you stopped by t onight?” His smile widens and the laughter has stopped in the room.
    “Clarissa called and said there was some sort of clothes issue. So I thought I would come over and see what I could help with. Remember, I did say I would help you with anything ... you needed Addy.” His smile widens and his dimples are on full display, the sexual tension is so palpable you could melt butter on it.
    My traitorous body is fully tuned into Michael, thanks to his little ear whispering episode in the hallway, not to mention he looks like a fucking well-aged Henry Cavill tonight. Yes I looked at the jeans, how could I not, the man spills out sexual hotness….Jesus, is that even correct word usage? All right Addy shut this little show down.
    I look over at the two guilty parties and their faces are stone still and smiling. I look back at Michael and smile. “Well, my grey pin stripe trousers are in the wash, and I hear they make my ass look fabulous !” All I can hear is laughter behind me as I walk out onto the deck, and Michael’s voice booming with laughter over all of them.
     

Chapter 12
     
    Garage sale day came up fast on me, and as prepared as I thought I was, not so much was the case. Jess was in ripe form that day as was my mom and Clarissa. Word got out that I was planning on giving the proceeds to the local animal shelter and the neighborhood came out in spades to have a block multi-family sale. The volleyball team had a carwash planned, and we had my mom’s Old Nag’s book club there having a bake sale. It was a crisp Friday morning 7am sharp, the garage door opened and there was about ten people standing waiting to rummage through all my crap. Jess was walking out of the house with my mug of coffee in her hand and a Cheshire cat smile.
    “Ok, what did you do?” I ask , mock glaring at her.
    “I have no idea what you are trying to accuse me of, and frankly, I don’t appreciate it. I come over here at the ass crack of dawn, and need I remind you, I am using a vacation day for this early morning stunt. Jessalyn doesn’t do early mornings and Jessalyn certainly doesn’t do accusations.” She is still smirking and I know she is up to something because she is talking in third person and hasn’t looked at me once.
    “Well Jessalyn, better get over the third person talking rant or Addison will shove that mug up Jessalyn’s bum hole.” I look over her with my eyebrows raised looking all serious. Then we both burst out laughing.
    I walk out of the garage onto the driveway and look down the sidewalk to see Michael walking toward my house. I turn around to ask Jess about him and I see her backside booking it across the street . Good Lord