Joined at the Hip

by Natasha West

‘Apparently not’ Jamie said as she pulled Molly toward her. Molly tried not to smile, but she was powerless against Jamie’s charms. She let herself be pulled into the embrace and kissed Jamie deeply.

  This kept happening. In the storage room of the shop, behind the canned food shelf, in the alley where deliveries happened. After around the seventh time, Molly had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t let herself do it again. But then Jamie turned those electric blue eyes on her and that was that. She’d lock the shop door, turn the ‘Back in Ten Minutes’ sign around and they’d be going at it against the till, jingling the change.

  ‘Look’ Molly said between kisses ‘I don’t think we should keep doing this.’

  ‘Yes, you do’ Jamie said softly, kissing her neck.

  ‘But we never agree on anything. We’re a disaster waiting to happen.’

  ‘Look’ Jamie said, coming up from that tender neck to look Molly in the eyes. ‘There’s magic in the world that we didn’t know about. An idiot can try to rob a hot girl on a till and end up falling for her. The world can turn upside down. Anything can happen, including the very slim chance that we could work. Can you just give it a go?’

  ‘But we piss each other off constantly.’

  Jamie gave her a cynical look. ‘And you love it.’

  ‘No, I don’t’ Molly protested.

  ‘Just admit it. You love fighting with me. I think you love it as much as the naked stuff.’

  ‘That’s not-’ Molly began and then stopped. She wasn’t just fighting with Jamie. She was fighting herself. And she was tired of it. It was all true. She loved the whole maddening Jamie Jenson package, whether she liked it or not. She shook her head at herself before she looked at Jamie, shrugging ‘Fine. You win.’

  ‘Be still my heart’ Jamie said with a raised eyebrow.

  ‘Alright, alright! I want this. You. I want you. Even if you send me half insane. Is that good enough?’

  Jamie smiled. ‘I’ll take that, I guess.’ She kissed Molly deeply. Hands began to go everywhere, clothes were pulled at and grinding began to occur. So much so that they forgot where they were and didn’t hear the groan of the wood as they pushed against the wall of the old shed.

  Everyone in the garden, who’d been enjoying their food, turned in shock as they heard the shed collapse in four pieces, falling neatly apart. Jamie and Molly, intertwined with each other in what was unmistakeably an erotic position, looked up at the crowd from the ground.

  ‘It’s not what it looks like. We got cursed again!’ Molly cried.

  Everyone stared at them, agape.

  Jamie turned to Molly and said ‘Let’s just be honest, shall we? I’ve got to be now. I’m a changed woman. Someone told me I had to give up my life of crime.’

  Molly looked at Jamie, exasperated. ‘That’s never gonna stop biting me in the arse, is it?’

  Other Books by Natasha West

  Hawke’s Prey

  Hawke’s Game

  The Plus One

  Something for the Weekend

  A Marriage of Connivance