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“Jake, don’t get upset. Trust me, I’m used to it.”
“Look, you don’t look like a stereotype. That’s what really irks me. It’s small-minded of her to make a statement about your sexuality because you have short hair and are strong. I know lesbians who are the image of femininity. It has nothing to do with their choice of partner. She’s really got a lot of balls.”
“Well…not really.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Running his fingers through his hair in the sexiest maneuver she’d ever seen, Jake got Geri’s attention. She sat up a little straighter, thinking she’d better be on her toes tonight; if he looked like that when he was frustrated, if they spent any time making out, which she hoped they’d do, well, wow. Just wow. Maybe they’d better not kiss.
“Listen, eat up and let’s go to the movies,” she said. “There’s a new Terminator flick I’m dying to see.”
“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”
“I’m sure. I got my second wind.”
They ate while Jake searched for showtimes on his phone. They’d go to an eleven o’clock showing. The movie was great. By the time they got home after one thirty in the morning, they were exhausted but in a good way, they kept saying. Geri got sheets and a blanket out for him and took two pillows off her queen-sized bed and placed them on the couch.
“This is a comfortable couch. You’ll see.”
“I’d probably be okay on the floor,” Jake said.
They took turns in the bathroom, and when he came out, she was in bed, her back to the door. He waited, listening, and there was the faintest girly snoring.
“Good night, beautiful,” he whispered.
Chapter 3
The sisters-in-law of the Saint family were a formidable group. Although they were known to have sharp tongues regarding other women, once a brother took a wife or made a stab at having a serious relationship, they were as loyal and protective as possible.
Once Jake confirmed that the new firefighter was his girlfriend, the floodgates of information opened. Each wife lying in bed next to their husband/Saint-brother got as much detail about Geri Angel as they could.
“What’s she look like?” Ava asked brother Leon. “I mean, Bridget said she’s a jock.”
“Oh lord, do you really want to go there?” he moaned. “She looks like a firefighter with boobs.”
Barking out a laugh, Ava pushed at him. “Is she pretty? Does she shave her head? Throw me a bone, will you, please?”
“She’s pretty. She’s got a full head of hair. My uncle said she can bench-press as much as he does.”
“So she’s muscle bound.”
“I didn’t get that close,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes in the dark.
Across the street at Candy and Joey’s house, it was a similar scenario.
“I’m so relieved he’s with a nice girl,” Candy said. “Leon told Ava that he was considering asking some barfly he’d met at Barnacle Ben’s to Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Jake isn’t the barfly type. He’s more like me.”
“Real funny, Joey. Seriously, I can see him bringing some Victoria’s Secret model to a holiday meal.”
“No worries. Roberta wouldn’t have allowed it,” Joey responded.
Down the road, Bridget lay in bed with the phone to her ear, whispering so that their kids didn’t hear and wake up, talking to Tony, who was working at the fire station.
“I put my foot in my mouth when I met Jake’s new girlfriend on her first day.”
“I heard,” Tony said, giggling. “Don’t worry about it, okay? You’ll make it up to her.”
