I know I told her not to come, but those words were said out of anger, and I’m so glad she ignored my stupid ass. She sighs and smiles at Cori.
“I’ll be there. Give me the keys, and I’ll get things started.” Cori points at me, and Haven freezes.
“You want access to my house? Unattended?” I lean in to whisper so none of these old ass gossips hear my words.
“You aren’t going to hide any bodies in the basement, are you?” I fish the keys out of my pocket and hold them back while she answers.
“Fresh out of them, but thanks for the offer.” She smirks, snatches them from my hand, and saunters away.
“Get a room.” I glare at Cori.
“We’re in a church for Christ’s sake.” Father Brian glares at me.
I cross myself and go back to saying goodbye to the people leaving my grandmother’s viewing.
Haven has the keys to my house to get the repast ready while I bury my Gran at the cemetery.
Fucking fabulous.
“I’m disappointed.I looked through all the drawers and didn’t find any sex dolls.” I pull a beer from the fridge and slowly turn to face Haven.
“I only fuck real women.”
She rolls her eyes.
“That’s debatable. Your condoms are expired, by the way.” She lifts her ass up onto my counter and crosses her legs as I take a long draw of the beer.
It’s been hours since I put Gran in the ground, and the house is finally starting to empty.
Cori is gone, having to go get the kids to bed, leaving me alone with my old…what do I even call her? Ex? Old love? It’s notold if you never stopped, right? This woman has been driving me crazy for almost fifteen years.
“You wanna clue me in on what happened between us?” I cross my arms over my chest and lean into the sink.
“Oh, we’re gonna need more than beer for that conversation. Got any whiskey?” She hops down and starts looking through my cabinets until she finds the liquor and snaps a bottle of Jameson in the air in triumph.
“Glasses are over there.” I point to the bar cart that Gran had with fine crystal.
“You’ve got enough dishes.” She pops the top off the bottle and takes a nice, slow drag of alcohol without a single wince.
“Impressive. I know sailors who would be coughing up a lung right now.”
She hands the bottle to me with a smirk.
“You served with a bunch of pussies then.”
I’d argue, but she’s right.
I bring the bottle up, but hesitate.
“Worried where my lips have been?” She leans against the counter and smiles at me.
“More like I’m worried where mine might end up.” I take a big swallow.
“Well, if it’s anywhere other than my lips, it’ll be the first time.” I frown as I pass the bottle back to her.
“Hmm, that’s where you’re wrong, baby. I remember that night like it was yesterday. It got me through some shitty ass situations over the years.”
She takes another swallow, and we trade again.
