We were now all struck silent because it was clear Noah shared a lot.
Seriously, he was so totally in love with her.
“And he hates golf,” Jinx finished.
Yep.
He’d shared a lot.
And he was so totally in love with her.
“So he decided to take a walk on the wild side,” Joey said quietly. “And found you.”
“Yeah,” Jinx confirmed. “He said he was searching for real.”
“Well, sis, you’re as real as it gets,” Shanti replied.
“Okay, so what happens when he decides he’s done taking that walk and real ain’t all that fun when she’s in his kitchen with ratty hair making toast?” Jinx asked.
“Uh, from what you just said, I’m thinking he’s got the wild in him, Jinx, and he needs a partner to keep life interesting,” Gem replied.
“So what’s he gonna tell his friends about me?” Jinx asked.
“Sounds like he doesn’t give much of a shit what his friends think,” Raye answered.
She shook her head. “I can’t hope. Papá died. Mamá was so damned tired and sad, about losing him, about what became of me and my brother and sister, only a few years later, she followed him. My sister is a junkie. She’s messed up. And I’m twenty-eight and been making a living on my back since I was nineteen.”
She was my age and didn’t look older, but she acted a lot older.
A whole lot older.
That made my heart hurt (more) for her.
Further blurting came from Jinx.
“I come for him.”
We all exchanged glances.
“No, he puts the work in to make me come,” she amended. “Every time. Even the first time. I’d never gotten off with a guy before Noah. Sure as fuck no clients put in that effort.”
Oh my God.
She sooooo had to give this a shot.
“Listen,” Harlow said, sitting down beside Raye. “If you don’t want to do this. If it’s too much for you. You don’t have to do this.”
We all held our breath because we didn’t want Jinx to latch on to that.
“But you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t do this,” Harlow finished.
Jinx stared at her.
We all waited.
Jinx stared at her longer.
We all waited.
