Page 68 of Holden’s Resurrection

“There’s a difference between nosy and indecent.” Bobby pointed out.

“What are we talking about?” McKenna asked.

“About Bobby being nosy,” Evie supplied.

“Ah. Has she asked how big Holden’s—”

“No.” Evie laughed. “She hasn’t gotten that far. She just wanted to know if he was good in bed.”

McKenna nodded as if that was a normal question then confirmed my thoughts when she added, “I can see why she’d ask.”

“Thank. You,” Bobby snapped and put a hand on her hip. “It’s only fair, y’all are getting some, I’m the one on the longest dry spell in the history of dry spells.”

“Think I got you beat by about eight years. I haven’t had any since the night my daughter was conceived.”

Four women sucked in lungfuls of air and I wished I could pull the words back in. Why had I shared? Damn. Damn. Damn.

“You’re born-again. The first time Holden gets in there, it will be like poppin’—”

“Bobby,” Evie chastised.

“What? Why is everyone so sensitive? I’m right. A woman goes that long and things close up.”

“Close up? Oh my god.” Kennedy laughed. “See? No decency.”

“Holden will be careful,” McKenna proclaimed and my face burned.

It burned so hot, I wanted to run away and never face these women again.

“Why does Charleigh look like she’s overheating?” Macy asked.

Goddamn. Could it get any worse?

“Because Bobby told her that after like eight years of no sex, her vagina is closed.” Kennedy’s matter-of-fact tone only made me more embarrassed.

“Like, closed for business?” Macy inquired. “Because from what Alec told me, Holden’s in it to win it. So the “Closed for Business” sign might have to come down. I’d start dustin’ it off now.”

Macy said that. Sweet, mother-of-three, unassuming Macy just said I needed to dust my vagina off. The nervous laugh bubbled up so fast I couldn’t stop it from bursting out of me in a rush of high-pitched hilarity that rocked me so hard, I had to bend forward and hold my stomach.

This went on for so long I couldn’t breathe and my stomach muscles started to ache. Sweet Jesus, these women were insane.

“Oh my god,” I wheezed.

“Does that mean you’re ready to answer my question?” Bobby pressed.

“What question?” Macy, late to the game, asked.

“If Holden’s good in bed,” Kennedy repeated. “He looks like he’d be.”

“Oh, shit.” Nixon’s voice boomed and I snapped straight.

“Hey, honey.” McKenna smiled at her husband innocently.

“What’s wrong?” Holden joined our huddle.

And there it was, it could absolutely be worse.

“Nothing,” I squeaked, and Bobby snickered.