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Would he listen to me?
Picking up the pace, I finished getting clean, dried off, and got dressed.
“Finally.” Tara teased. “The girls are waiting. Let’s go.”
As I walked through the kitchen, she stopped and pointed to the table. “Where’d that money come from?”
My stomach pitched in disgust.
“Ugh. I’ll explain at the pub.”
We drove to the Bearded Barrel Pub, listening to the radio. The song playing made me think of Henry, and how it felt, feeling his hands on my hips this morning. And then a random thought slapped me.
Was his mom watching for him to leave?
Tara parked, and we went inside. Edie waved us over, and we made a beeline for the table.
Vivi’s eyes narrowed. “Who made you cry?”
“Henry.” Tara waved the server down.
Edie narrowed her eyes. “Henry fucking Walsh?”
I shrugged.
“My cousin isn’t that big of an ass … is he?” Viv nibbled on some pretzels.
“Still sick?” I nodded at her small baby bump.
“At the weirdest times.” She snarled. “Ethan is overprotective too.” She rolled her eyes. “He treats me like I might break.”
“Did you remind him you’ve already been through this?” Edie snickered.
“There’s no telling him.” Viv threw her head back, laughing. “It’s kinda sweet though.”
Our newest friend, Veronica, came walking over with waters, sodas and a single beer which she sat in front of me.
“I let Paul know I’m taking my lunch.” She sat beside me. “When the bat signal came through, I put in an order for a bucket of wings.”
“You. Are. A. Goddess.” Viv licked her lips. “I can’t get enough wings with this one.”
“And I brought you a beer since I heard you were found snoozing on the bathroom floor.”
I bumped Veronica with my elbow. “Thanks.”
“I told Dexter I was taking the rest of the day off.” Lena sat forward. “He’s flirting with my fat ass and I don’t know what to think.”
“Your ass is not fat.” I grumbled at her.
“Okay, pleasantly plump.” She brushed it off. “Enough about that.” Lena turned to me. “How did Henry take finding out Charlie was his?”
“Wait.” Veronica held up her hands. “Your cutie boy is Herny’s?”
“Shit.” I nodded. “You fit in with us so well, I keep forgetting you’re a transplant.”
“You may need a beer for this,” Vivian added in, sipping her root beer. “We need to fill Ronnie in.”
“Damn. Ya’ll have a lot of tea spilling here in Port Stella.” Ronnie laughed. “Okay, I’m a transplant.” She looked around. “I need the Reader’s Digest version of what happened.”
