Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Remy looked at him for a long moment. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
“These cupcakes are sooo good,” Georgie said with a groan. “I shouldn’t have another one. But I’m gonna. You’re amazing, Isa.”
Isa blushed with happiness. “Thanks, but you’re the amazing one. You’re so smart. And I really like that color on you.” She nodded to the deep blue shirt that Georgie was wearing.
The other woman grinned back at her.
“Keep them away from me,” Cleo said, waving her hand as she lay on her back on the sofa while Juliet applied a mask to her face. “I’ve had too much sugar. I’m going to be up all night.”
Kiesha gasped dramatically and they all turned to look at her. The five of them were in Isa’s living room having a pamper evening. She’d suggested it a while ago, but this was the first time they’d been able to make it happen.
Juliet had brought stuff for facials, Kiesha had bought the nail polish and manicure sets. Georgie had bought stuff for foot soaks, while Isa supplied the food. Which was mostly cupcakes, candy, and cookies.
Cleo had bought booze and made them mimosas. Well, Juliet had mimosas without the booze in them. So just orange juice.
“What is it?” Isa asked.
“Take that back, Cleo! There is no such thing.”
Cleo removed one of the cucumber slices that Juliet had put on her eyes, frowning over at Kiesha. “Take what back?”
“There’s no such thing as too much sugar.”
Cleo rolled her eyes. “You’re a nut.”
“You need to lie back, Cleo,” Juliet said quietly. “You’ll get wrinkles.”
She talked more around them now, mainly when they were on their own.
“I’ve already got those. Most of them are from Noah.”
Isa shared a look with Georgie. What was going on?
“I meant wrinkles in the face mask,” Juliet said, appearing worried.
“If no one wants these then because they’ve had too much sugar . . .” Kiesha grabbed the bowl of candy that Isa had put out. “My babies.” She dug her hand into the bowl and filled her mouth.
Okay. That was a problem.
She just wasn’t sure what issue to tackle first. Cleo’s announcement or Kiesha’s impending sugar crash and possible humongous dental bill.
Hmm. Cleo first.
“Why is Noah giving you wrinkles?” Isa asked. “And, I want to say, you definitely don’t have any.”
“Because he wants me to do something I don’t want to do,” Cleo said with a sigh.
“What is it?” Georgie asked.
Even Juliet looked alarmed.
“Itsnotgiveupsugarright?” Kiesha asked around a mouthful of gummy worms.
Okay, that candy bowl might not have been Isa’s best idea.
“What did she say?” Georgie asked.
Georgie hadn’t had as many years to decipher Kiesha-with-her-mouth-full-of-candy speak.
“He’s not making me give up candy,” Cleo said, sounding disgruntled.
“Whew,” Kiesha said, swallowing. “Is it backdoor stuff? Because, Cleo, you just got to slick the dick and ride the wave.”
Isa, Juliet, and Cleo just gaped at her.
“Okay, I’m lost,” Georgie said. “Is she talking about . . .”
“Three-car garage, French third base, the rear injection, plundering the booty.” Kiesha said that last one with a huge grin on her face. “I like that one the best. You can say it with a pirate accent.”
“There’s no such thing as a pirate accent,” Isa told her. Okay, she had no idea why she was arguing that point when the rest of it was . . . well . . . yikes.
“Sure, there is.” Kiesha cleared her throat. “Oh ho ho and a bottle of rum it’s booty plundering time.”
It was a terrible pirate voice. But Isa still had the urge to giggle.
“Somebody take that candy from her,” Cleo said in a desperate voice. “Please.”
Kiesha pointed at her. “Just don’t skimp on the lube. It is your friend.”
“Kiesha, I was not talking about anal sex!” Cleo yelled.
Right as the door opened . . .
And in walked Remy and Loki.
Loki was grinning, while Remy appeared . . . well, he just looked like Remy always did. Unruffled. Although she thought she saw a hint of amusement in his face.
“Damn, if this is what you talk about at girls’ night, I’m coming to the next one,” Loki said.
“You don’t have the proper equipment,” Cleo told him with a sniff as Juliet started wiping the stuff off her face.
“What? Because I don’t have a pussy?” Loki asked.
“Because you don’t have a brain,” Cleo said sharply.
“Cleo,” Isa scolded. “That’s not nice.”
Even Juliet was frowning at her.
“Sorry . . . I . . . sorry. I think I should go,” Cleo said.
“Don’t leave because of us. We’re going out back for a beer. Besides, how are you getting home, Cleo?” Loki asked.
It struck Isa then that they’d walked into the house. Together.
She knew Loki had gone to the Wishing Well tonight. Had he met with Remy there? What was going on? And now they were having a beer?
“Harry is taking her home,” Kiesha said as she munched on a Twizzler.