“Here,” Trick says, waving me to him.
I move over to sit on the ledge between his knees. C leans back, watching us.
“You’re so pretty, Trick,” I muse. “I didn’t expect you to be the most ruthless one.”
“Everyone makes that mistake,” he says, massaging my scalp. It feels really, really good.
“What happened to you?”
“A lot of things,” he says.
C rises and steps on the ledge and out of the tub. He towels off and wraps the towel around his waist.
“When the water gets cold, take her out of tub,” C says.
My gaze follows him as he leaves. “You were saying? What kinds of things?” I ask.
Trick’s thumbs massage my neck muscles. “How far back do you want me to go?”
“How far back can you remember?” I ask.
He laughs. “On the day I was born, it snowed more than anyone could remember...”
I laugh.
He drags the showerhead over and rinses my hair. Then he adds conditioner and rubs it into the strands.
I sigh. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“About what, Z?”
“Us.” I swallow. “We are going to be friends.”
He rests his hands on my shoulders, then gives them a squeeze. “Crue is more than friends. It’s more even than blood family. To the three of us, anyway.” He shrugs, then after a beat he corrects himself. “It was three of us. But with you, now it’s four.”
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The End
