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We don't finish our drinks.
We don't stay and mingle.
We walk around the side yard, out to the street, to my car.
Then she stops. "We didn't swim."
"We can." I motion to the house.
She shakes her head. "No." She motions to the ocean.
"I didn't bring a suit."
"I know." She takes my hand and leads me to the quiet beach.
She looks me in the eyes and she strips out of her clothes. Then she watches me do the same. There's desire in her eyes, but it's not just a physical desire.
It's mental, emotional.
The desire for more.
For the kind of raw intimacy she offers on her website.
That's the way to make this fair.
To share with her, show her where I hurt.
Not just Deidre. The other places too.
I can do that.
Even if it's more terrifying than anything.
* * *
The night is perfect.We shower together, fall asleep in my bed, sleep soundly.
A dream.
Until I wake up to the sound of Imogen's gasp.
She stares at her cell in horror. "My sister is here." She paces around the room. "We have find-my-phone and I promised she could meet you and she… took matters into her own hands."
"I'm good with sisters."
"You haven't met mine."
ChapterThirty-Nine
PATRICK
"We're here," Imogen calls as she opens the door and invites her sister inside.
"Hello," a loud voice follows. Similar to Imogen's voice in some hard to explain way. The cadence sisters often share.
Deidre and Molly were the same.
I wasn't. I didn't fit into their world of sisterhood. There was something I never could understand, that they never believed I could understand.
