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“And we knew you’d do it for her.” Ginger shrugs.
“We figured that out when you gave her a $500 gift card to Victoria’s Secret that first year.”
These diabolical, brilliant little shits.
“Help us put these signs in Tiny Dick’s front yard, and we’ll give you more tea about my sister.” Penny smiles at me again, flipping the hammer over, and she holds the handle out to me now instead of aiming the head at my face.
This seems like a really bad idea. Penny and Ginger don’t do things out of the goodness of their hearts, especially with a man.
“I’m pretty sure your sister wouldn’t want you spilling anything about her.”
“Don’t act like you aren’t dying to know what’s going on in her head.” Ginger snorts.
Fuck.
Penny just raises an eyebrow at me while Ginger starts walking back to the yard with her armful of signs. All I can think about is Sidney’s face trying to tell me we should go back to being just friends. She didn’t like those words coming out of her mouth any more than I liked hearing them.
“I’m not really a repeat customer, if you know what I mean.”
“She still mopes over him for eleven months every year.”
Cursing under my breath when Sidney and Penny’s words start swirling around together in my head, I snatch the hammer out of Penny’s hand and ignore how disturbing her smile gets when I do so.
I’ve hammered six signs into the yard in between the hotdogs while the girls silently handed them to me before Penny finally speaks again.
“Want to know when her last one-night stand was?”
“Christ, no. Why in the hell would you think I’d want to know that?” I ask, pounding the hammer so hard into the next sign that it splits the wood.
Ginger hands me another sign, and I yank it out of her hand and get it lined up in the grass.
“Too bad. It was six years ago.”
My head whips toward Penny right in the middle of my downswing of the hammer, and I smack it right into my thumb. “Son of a bitch!”
Ginger quickly lunges forward and smacks one of her hands over my mouth, as neighborhood dogs start barking.
Six years? There’s no way….
The pounding of my pulse in my thumb is just about as erratic as my thoughts right now. I jerk away from Ginger’s hand with another curse and glare at Penny.
“Bullshit,” I whisper, barely able to speak over the lump in my throat.
Jesus, it feels like someone has my neck in a vise.
“If only it were.” Penny shakes her head at me. “She’s all talk, that sister of mine.”
“That’s probably why she’s so moody all the time. I’d be a pain in the ass if I hadn’t gotten laid in six years too,” Ginger says, handing me a new sign that I don’t even bother taking, because I’m too busy trying not to lose my goddamn mind.
“Why are you telling me this?” I mutter.
And why does it suddenly feel like someone just shoved their fist into my ribcage?
She hasn’t slept with anyone in six years?
That can’t be a coincidence.
She misses me all the time….
