Snorting, Star continued, “She wants a pre-holiday dinner. That’s the payment.”
“So close to Christmas?”
“Since when did Lena care about being irrelevant?”
I hid a smirk. “What’s a martyrs’ honeymoon, anyway?”
“Fuck if I know. Lots of dead people shit to see in Europe, I guess.”
Camille groaned. “Star!”
A wicked glint appeared in her eyes.
“Wait.” I winced. “Who’s cooking?”
Please not me.It was Finn and Aoife’s turn to host Christmas, but with their ‘Lena’ situation and Aidan and I due to host next year…
“She is, of course. At her damn place in her own damn kitchen.”
Inessa bit her lip. “Have you cleared this with the guys?”
“Look,Nessie, you might need to hold Eoghan’s dick when he pisses, but I let Conor do his own housekeeping. He’s a big boy and can arrange shit without me overseeing stuff. Don’t forget, he thinks this gift ishisidea.”
Camille cackled at Inessa’s wide, horrified eyes. “I don’t think she’s seen Eoghan pee yet.”
“Why would I want to?” my youngest sister-in-law sputtered. “I mean, of course I’ve been in the bathroom when… but I don’t go in and talk to him!”
“She’s young still,” Aela mocked with a wicked glint. “Just wait until you pop out your first kid. If you’re dealing with a diaper blowout, you won’t give a damn if he’s peeing or not.”
Inessa’s nose scrunched again. “How did we get onto this subject?! I’d rather talk about the stuffing wars of ’23 than this!”
Star took an overly large bite of her sandwich. “I expect good gifts this year for my sacrifice.”
I jeered, “What sacrifice?”
“Hey, Conor took some persuading.”
“I bet.” I rolled my eyes.“Do you think I was born yesterday?”
Aela pursed her lips. “You raise a valid point, Star?—”
“Don’t I always?”
“—we need to talk about gifts.”
“Secret Santa?” Aoife offered when I groaned. “Genuinely, Savvie, are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You look under the weather.”
“Can’t talk about it,” I groused.
“Or don’t want to?” Star folded her arms across her chest.“Come on. You’ll feel better. You’ve been like a bear with a sore paw since we arrived. Only two orgasms last night, not your usual half dozen?”
“Star!” Camille tutted then her head tipped to the side as she examined me. “Aoife’s right. You do look pale.”
My shoulders slumped. “I didn’t sleep well. Aidan and I argued last night.”
