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“Corbin. We have been not-so-subtly grilling Maxi for all the juicy deets,” Erin tells them.
I cut my eyes to her, and she waves me off.
“Sara-Beth knows all there is to know about her devilish sons, trust me. It won’t shock her that he gives you mind-blowing orgasms.”
I choke out a cough.
Taeli laughs.
“Not surprised in the least. They get that from their father.”
Sara-Beth winks at me, and I swear I want to laugh and crawl under the tarp at the same time.
“See,” Erin says, nudging me in the side.
“I don’t need to know this about my soon-to-be father-in-law,” Taeli says.
Sara-Beth raises an eyebrow at her. “How do you think I ended up with six children?” Sara-Beth brags.
Leona giggles.
“All of my boys have a certain charm unique to them. And that charm has been both a blessing and a curse as I raised them. But Corbin, he’s different than the others.”
Sara-Beth sits beside me, and Leona opens one of the baskets and starts pulling out a variety of dishes.
“How so?” I ask her.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of each of my boys for the things they have accomplished, but Corbin is my quiet warrior. The things that boy has seen and has to bury deep inside of him to keep going … well, it breaks this proud momma’s heart,” she utters.
I lay a hand on her shoulder, and she smiles at me.
“We thought you guys might be hungry, so we brought you all some dinner.”
How thoughtful. I’m so not used to the way these women look after one another. The only people I’ve ever had this type of relationship with are my mother and my sister, yet this group has welcomed me into their circle instantly.
We dig into the wonderful chicken salad croissants, roasted potatoes, and fresh fruit. Then, Leona and Sara-Beth join us in our little painting project.
“How adorable is this?” Ansley cries. She is holding up a buoy that she painted in white and aqua. On the sides, she used the stencil to add navy-blue anchors, and she free-handed the wordahoy.
“I love it,” I tell her.
“Can I do the lobster in red on this one?” Jena asks as she holds one she painted with orange, white, and pale yellow stripes.
“Sure.” Ansley hands her the paper.
She gets up and walks over to the fishing shack and disappears behind the building. She returns with four woven fish baskets. They are weathered but in relatively good condition.
“I was thinking we could thread the fairy lights through these and hang them with the buoys,” she suggests.
“That would be perfect,” Leona agrees.
“Sure,” I say.
Ansley grins and lugs them over to where we are sitting in the shade. She and Taeli start cleaning them up and then add the twinkly lights.
“We need some inner tubes,” Jena states.
“You’re right; we do. We can cool off and work on our tans,” Erin agrees.
