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Marissa makes a choking noise and quickly chugs the rest of her wine. Harper giggles and leans my way. “She’s staying with you, you know. I’ve heard they can be quite…vocal when the little blue pill takes effect,” she teases, though I’m honestly not really sure she’s teasing. I have a feeling she’s speaking fact, not fiction.
“Thank God the guest room I have them in is on the opposite side of the house,” I whisper to Harper, making her giggle.
It feels completely natural and comfortable to be with these women, hanging out, shopping, and drinking a little wine, and before I know it, my second glass is finished. Harper heads over (with her wine, of course) and closes out her register, seemingly very happy with tonight’s profits. I don’t know how much she sold, but I watched a lot of merchandise leave the store this evening.
Another hour later, after the lights are out and the wine is gone, we finally head out. I don’t even care I’m letting Jensen’s eighty-something year old aunt drive my fancy schmancy car (the one I really should just get rid of). Instead, I happily hand over my keys, grateful I don’t have to drive home. Drinking wine and enjoying some of Marissa’s homemade treats was great, but getting to know Jensen’s sisters again, as well as his aunt, was the highlight of my evening. Not to mention a bag of goodies I can’t wait to show Jensen.
Maybe even a little strip show…
We’re pulling out of the parking lot, Emma talking a mile a minute as she almost takes the corner on two wheels, and I pull out my cell phone to keep myself from freaking out. I pull up his contact and send a text message.
Me: I know it’s late. I just wanted you to know I had fun with your sisters and aunt.
A few seconds later, the bubbles appear on my phone screen, and I can’t help but get a little giddy.
Jensen: I’m still up working. I’m glad you had fun. Emma behaved?
Me: She gave me wine. Harper too. Hell, even Marissa gave me some.
Jensen: LOL Well, it sounds like you needed a night to cut loose. I’m happy for you.
Me: I bought things…
Jensen: Keep talking…
Me: I’d rather show you.
Jensen: I’m so hard right now.
Me: Show me.
Jensen: Jesus, Butterfly, you’re killing me.
I can’t help it, I giggle as my fingers stumble across the screen to send another message.
“Are you sexting?” I hear the direct question echo in the darkened car.
“What? No!” I defend, probably a bit too insistently. I was totally getting ready to ask for a picture again.
“Liar. You’re just like my granddaughters. They lie about dirty pictures too. I’m pretty sure my Lexi has a whole album of the goods on her phone, but will she share with her grandma? No! She keeps Linkin all to herself,” Emma says as she nears my house.
“Umm, isn’t that a little weird? They’re your granddaughters.”
Emma blows out a dramatic breath. “Of course, it’s not weird. Those sexy men aren’t my blood. Plus, I want to make sure all of my girls are taken care of, you know, sexually. They all picked well. Maybe not Jaime and Lexi the first time around, but this last time? Totally hotties with a lot to offer a girl in the one-eyed trouser snake department, if you know what I mean,” Emma says casually, as if she were discussing the weather.
“Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” I reply as Emma pulls up to my gate and enters in the code before I can even tell her what it is.
I watch as the gate opens and we move forward, bringing the entire house into view. It’s lit up with the lighting Rhenn installed, giving it a subtle, yet lovely appearance. The fountain is up and running in front, soft lighting illuminates the cascading water as it falls from the top. There’s just enough light to see the gorgeous landscape around the fountain, as well as the front of the house.
It’s the same place I grew up in, but I’ve made it mine.
I love it.
“…and you should always try the merchandise before you buy, dear. You never take home a new car without going for a little test drive, am I right?”
I startle, as Emma’s words pull me from my own thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I was just admiring the landscape,” I reply sheepishly, admitting I wasn’t paying attention. But then again, I’m not sure I want to know what she was talking about.
“No matter,” she says as she parks my car in the driveway with precision and expertise. “Anyway, let’s get inside. Orvie is waiting for me, and I’m sure my nephew is sending those dick pics by now. If not, make sure you ask for the goods. It might help you later when you double click your mouse before falling asleep,” she adds as she slips out of the driver’s seat.
