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“That shouldn’t stop true love!” Alex said.
Blair scoffed. “Nobody’s talking about true love. We’re just talking about Luke getting a little action.”
“Still, it shouldn’t stop them.”
I groaned. “Can you please not talk about my love life as if I’m not here? The fact that she’s my bodyguard isn’t stopping us.”
“Good!” Alex said.
“The thing stopping us is that she’s not into guys,” I finished. “She’s a lesbian.”
My moms frowned at each other from across the table. “Why do you think she’s a lesbian?” Momma asked carefully.
“She told me.”
“Oh. Okay.” She shared another look with my other mom.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“What is it? Tell me.”
Momma answered for her. “I don’t know why she would say that to you. But that woman is not a lesbian.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just because you two are, doesn’t mean you have perfect gaydar.”
“They’re usually right,” Alex chimed in. “Remember my college roommate Priscilla?”
“A blind woman could tell she was a dike,” Mom said. She flashed a disarming smile at me. “You’re probably right, baby. Cazzie wouldn’t have any reason to lie to you about that, I’m sure.”
We heard the door down the hall open, and then my bodyguard joined us. “What did I miss?”
“We were just talking about Luke’s last girlfriend,” Momma said.
“Oh!” Cazzie sat down and smirked at me. “I want to hear all about her.”
“Well, she was a platinum blonde from Malibu,” Mom explained. “Pretty girl. Very chesty. But not a lot going on upstairs, if you catch my drift.”
“She thought Pennsylvania was a city, and Philadelphia was a state!” Theresa said.
As they told the story and roared with laughter, I watched Cazzie out of the corner of my eye and wondered if she had told me the truth.
11
Cazzie
I loved Luke’s family and their dynamic. The sisters were hilarious, and his moms were as sweet as could be. But I was getting a strange vibe from the dinner. It was like they were treating me not as Luke’s bodyguard, but as a potential girlfriend. I shook it off and assumed they were just protective of their little brother.
It was tough to imagine Luke as alittleanything. He may have been the youngest member of the family, but he towered over the five women as he hugged them goodbye the next morning. His fun mom, Sharon, had to pull his head down to kiss him on the cheek. She did the same to me when saying goodbye, and hugged me fiercely.
“You take care of my boy,” she whispered into my ear.
“I like them!” I told Luke on the Uber ride to the airport. “Especially the stories they told about all the women you’ve dated over the years.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he replied. Was he blushing? “They’re all right, I guess.”
“They’re a million times better than my family. My parents got divorced when I was nine. My brother moved to Romania ten years ago and we haven’t seen him since. Neither of my parents even invite me to visit at Christmas.”
