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Lili turned the laptop around and Cara whistled. “Holy Jalapeño, Mama likey. And you’ve already got hits!”
“I do?” Jules peered at the screen.
“Yes, that’s what this number means in the corner. You have eight messages waiting for you. That was fast.”
“Fresh meat,” Shane said while he chugged Evan on his hip. “Your mam’s this pretty young chicky and all the foxes are sniffing around the hen house.”
“Uh, thanks, I think,” Jules said, ignoring the scowl Jack sent his brother’s way.
Cara clicked open the messages box. “Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.”
“Lemme see.” Jules sat beside her while Lili crowded around the other side.
“This one’s an architect, but he’s an oldster. 52. Pity, because he has nice teeth.” She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “I know how important that is to you.”
An architect sounded intimidating. Too smart for her. She would prefer someone who wouldn’t expect much in the way of the little grey cells.
Cara opened the next one, who looked like a beach bum. His photo showcased washboard abs, biceps toned from surfing (she assumed), and sun-kissed, Fabio hair.
“Hubba hubba,” Lili said into the appreciative pause. That was about as articulate as anyone needed to get for that.
Cara’s forehead wrinkled. “We’re going to have to make a Fling and a Ring pile. Some of these guys are not worth the trouble of dinner, but they might be useful in other ways.”
Jules was just about to ask for details when she felt Jack at her shoulder, doing his glowering bit. With a sharp glance at Evan who was still resting in Shane’s arms, he cupped the little guy’s ears with his hands.
“So you just want sex?”
Squinting up, she took in her brother’s dark disapproval with a side of infinite know-it-all-ness. “I want adult conversation.”
“You get plenty of that. We’re all adults here.”
“That’s debatable. But really I’d like an adult conversation that has the potential for sex. So yes, I want sex.”
A low growl rumbled from Jack’s throat. For a reason known only to him, he subscribed to the view she’d only had sex once, likely an accidental fall onto a stranger’s penis that had resulted in Evan.
“Sex, Jack. Your baby sister wants to get rogered,” she said just as he released his hands-as-headphones from Evan’s ears.
Oops.
“And where is all this sex going to happen?” he snapped, his face a reddening storm. “You can’t carry on like that with Evan in the next room.”
“I know that. Do you not think I know that?” The temptation to tear out her hair made her fingertips buzz. “There are no end to the places I can get it on. Bathroom stalls, the backseat of a car, a convenient alleyway. Don’t worry that big, nosy head of yours about me scandalizing Evan.”
Jack threw up his hands in a very Italian gesture and strode into the kitchen, where he proceeded to make his position known in the language of clanking pots and pans. A chef tantrum.
She turned back to the room and the impossibly wide grins of Cara, Lili, and Shane.
Even Evan thought it was funny, though he couldn’t possibly know why. “Sex,” her son shouted. Fantastic.
The chorus laughed, keeping their amusement soft in case Jack’s wobbly in the kitchen whirled into something more threatening.
Jules eyed the computer screen with purpose. “Now, where were we?”
Twelve
“She said that?”
Tad had just finished up the day from hell. The wine distributor had messed up the delivery so he’d spent an hour on the phone reaming the guy’s ass. The pizza oven was still playing up, refusing to hit the optimum temperature. Two hours on the phone lost to that.
