“But Cash…” I trail off as Wilder locks the bedroom door.
“He can wait in the hall, Blondie. Right now, I have some unmet needs of yours to meet.”
I grin as he tugs the towel off me and motions to the bed.
“Get on it, Blondie.”
Yes, please!
“You never told me your sister was absolutely diabolical.” Pierre cocks an eyebrow as he stares at his nails, bored.
“She’s something,” I say in return.
“So.” He waggles his thick eyebrows at me. “How was the road trip with the former and current lover?”
“Insane,” I reply, deciding to mess with him. Just a little. “Things got dramatic in Albuquerque.”
Pierre gasps. “Dramatic how?”
I shrug innocently. “Maybe Wilder, Cash and I finally told each other the truth.”
Pierre nearly chokes. “Did it end in a fist fight?”
“Nope,” I say.
Pierre rolls his shoulder. “This is a small town, Ingrid. We all live for the drama.”
He has a point.
“Nothing crazy happened,” I say.
“I can’t believe you guys are still friends after spending all that time confined to a car.” Pierre sighs.
“I know,” I laugh. “I thought for sure Wilder and Cash would have a friendship breakup at some point.”
Pierre blinks. “I’m just glad you’re back. Your sister… she’s….”
“Diabolical?”
He shudders. “The only person who rivals her special brand of madness is Fanny Allred.”
“Speaking of Fanny,” I whisper as Pierre leans in conspiratorially. “She’s on the run.”
“Can you believe that?” Pierre scoffs. “That woman is like a damn ghost. Here one second, then—poof—gone the next.”
I smile. I’m really going to miss him.
“I have some… news,” I say delicately.
Pierre screams. “You’re pregnant?”
“No.” I frown. Why does everyone keep thinking that? “Wilder got accepted into film school at NYU. We’re moving in August to New York.”
“Please tell me you are lying.”
“I’m not,”I reply.
He places a hand over his heart. “I am so jealous.”
