Public Display of Everything by Cara Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

guilty-as-charged gesture. "I'm sorry about the mess." I rub my eye. "Now, if you'll just show me where the mop is, I'll get this sorted. I've become an excellent cleaner over the years."
    Flynn shakes his head in wonder and touches his lips that are twisted into a grin. "I need to process this."
    I snort a chuckle. Hauling myself off the floor, I grimace at my left pant leg, soaked from the knee down.
    "It's a good thing you're going to change." Flynn stands up, too.
    "What?" I frown in confusion. "Change?"
    He simply nods. "Several sites suggested comfortable clothes slash pajamas when engaging in movie marathons, so I bought sweatpants and T-shirts for us." He gestures at his own gray sweats and white T-shirt. "I left your clothes in the bathroom down the hall."
    I purse my lips and stare at the floor to withhold my amusement.
    He's a fucking sweetheart.
    "Got it." I hide my smirk and nod firmly instead. "Don’t touch any of this, all right? I'll clean it up when I get back."
    "Yes, sir." He salutes me and everything.
    " Kid ." The smirk is definitely there now, and his scowl makes me chuckle as I head down the hall.
    *
    Once my calves aren't sticky with soda and I've changed into the clothes Flynn bought, I dump my own clothes in a pile, my wallet and phone on top, then leave the bathroom.
    There was no reason to change into the black T-shirt Flynn got me when I was already wearing a blue one, but fuck it. No point in reading into it.
    Rounding the last corner to the kitchen, I stop short when I see that Flynn has dealt with the mess anyway. Next thing I know, he comes up behind me, from the living room, and shoots me a quick smile.
    I tilt my head to check out his ass.
    Without a word, he gets the last of the snacks and returns to the living room.
    That little…
    "I thought I told you not to—"
    He cuts me off. "Are we going to watch these movies or not, Klutz?" he calls over his shoulder.
    Someone's gotten cocky.
    Torn between sighing, smiling, rolling my eyes, and bitching at him, all I do is follow him into the living room, darker now with the curtains drawn.
    "If that nickname sticks, maybe I should keep calling you kid." I sit down on the rustic red couch, sinking into the plush cushions. Hot damn, talk about comfy. Catching Flynn's expression, I can tell he's debating whether or not it'd be worth calling me Klutz. It means I'm not gonna go with "Kid" for him. "Or you know what?" I waggle my brows. "I'll come up with something better."
    He grins, appearing relieved, and shrugs as if he couldn’t care less. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead he flashes the case of Tombstone , one of the best Western movies, and I nod. Good pick .
    "Kurt Russell is the best Wyatt Earp." My opinion, anyway. "But Kilmer as Doc Holliday beats 'em all." Hell, I'd say Val Kilmer owns this movie.
    "I don’t like Russell as a name," Flynn mumbles as he jimmies with the Blu-ray player. What's wrong with Russell? "But you are right. Val Kilmer is my favorite in this film. When he says, 'I'm your Huckleberry' to Johnny Ringo, I kind of wish my name was Finn instead. That would've been a cool nickname. Huckleberry, I mean."
    I smile, favoring that quote myself, but the nerd in me has an objection. "I don’t think the line refers to Huckleberry Finn, though."
    "Oh?" Flynn sits down a couple feet away from me and pushes play on the movie. "What else could it be?"
    That gets me going. It's not often I get to ramble about my shit. "It's just a theory," I amend, "but back in the day, 'huckleberry' was sometimes used to describe something little . Like, someone would say, 'I'm a huckleberry away from bankruptcy' or 'I was a huckleberry away from getting shot.'" I drape my arms along the back of the couch. "Besides, at the time of the Tombstone shooting, only one of the books about Tom Sawyer was out, and Huckleberry Finn doesn’t say anything that would go along with Val Kilmer's use of 'huckleberry.' I think Kilmer's character said it