Page 86 of Sinners Reunion

A knock on the RV door puts an end to any argument.

“Yes, well, if you back out, he’d best not expect me to go digging through his bush to find his cocktail frank.” I go to the door and open it. Before me stands a man who believes he’s been invited to enjoy what belongs to me.

He lifts a Walmart bag and gives it a jiggle. “I brought condoms. Petite for me, and magnum for you.”

“How do you know my dick size?” My eyebrow rises.

“Just a guess,” he says with a grin. “You kind of have a bulge in those gym shorts. It’s hard to ignore.”

I step aside and wave him in. Josie sits at the little table and bench, and she gives him a wave and a flirty smile as he enters. She motions toward the mini fridge.

“We got some Bud Light for you,” she says.

He pats his stomach and licks his lips, eyeing the RV. “I’m more of a Natural Light guy, myself. Bud Light’s a bit highbrow, but I guess I can put my pinky out when I drink it.”

He meanders toward the back and places his hands on the mattress. After a few good bounces, he stands upright, puts his hands on his hips, and nods his head. “Yep, this’ll do nicely. Plenty of space, and the short carpet makes for easy cleanup.”

Plenty of space? Cleanup? Is he planning to have a threesome or do some arts and crafts?

Actually, it’s neither, and if Josie doesn’t stop this wagon from heading for a cliff, I’ll bail and let her go down on her own. Literally.

He reaches for his belt and begins unfastening. Josie looks at me, begging for my help, but I’m more inclined to let her figure this one out for herself. Maybe next time she’ll think twice before roping me into something so ridiculous.

“Um, Ice Pick? Maybe we can hang out for a bit before we . . . Oh, wow, my head is really starting to throb. I should probably take something.”

She goes to the cabinet and retrieves some ibuprofen, which she downs dry. If anyone should have a headache right now, it’s me.

“Is it my cologne?” Ice Pick sniffs his armpits. “Charity gets a lot of headaches too.” His chin quivers. “Well, she used to. When she still had a head.”

“Come and have a seat, old man.” I pat the cushion beside me.

He shuffles over and plops down with his beer. After a few sniffles that remind me of a small child with a cold, he cracks open the can, then knocks it back with his pinky in the air.

I reach over and press the edge of the can, trying to lower it and stop him from downing too much too quickly. “Steady, old chap. You don’t want to get whiskey dick, do you?”

“Can I be honest with you two?” he says as he lowers the can.

Josie and I look at each other, then nod.

“I thought I could do this, but I don’t think I can. I’m just not over Charity yet. It doesn’t feel right.”

I place my hand over his, relief flooding me in a wave. “That’s all right. We don’t⁠—"

“Dude, she cheated on you! Are you really going to stop yourself from enjoying a night of passion after she fucked you over?” Josie realizes what she said only once it’s left her mouth. I see the regret dawn like a fiery sunrise in her eyes.

Does she see the disbelief, rage, and annoyance going off like a mushroom cloud in mine?

“On second thought,” she says, “who am I to tell you how to grieve? You should probably take a little more time.” She reaches over and pats his arm.

He places his hand over hers. “Thanks for understanding. I sure do appreciate the offer, even if I can’t take you up on it. The thought of burying my face in them big ol’ titties started to cheer me right up.”

“That’s quite enough of that,” I whisper to myself as my hands clench into fists.

I don’t miss the way Josie pushes her breasts together as she prepares to start questioning him. A spark of anger brightens my dark heart, but I snuff it out before it can catch on kindling. Whatever keeps the bloke’s attention, I suppose.

“So what has Blayne been saying about all of this?” she says, going right to the heart of the matter. “You mentioned something about how he helps you read people. Tell me more about that.”

Ice Pick pulls his attention from Josie’s cleavage and focuses on his beer can like it might answer for him. “I don’t think I should. He said it ought to stay between us.”