Avery glanced up from her computer, red hair bobbing in that perfect ponytail, and raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t make it past his highness’s office without being summoned?”
“No. Who the hell locked my secret entrance?”
Avery heaved a deep sigh. “The firefighters popped in for a quick inspection yesterday, and we got our asses handed to us for not keeping it locked at all times. Something about fire safety andblah, blah, blah.” She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, you poor thing. Being subjected to the growly orders from our local heroes. I’m sure that was such a hardship for you.”
Avery laughed. “I never said the scenery wasn’t nice to look at while they were here.” She waggled her eyebrows. “But give it a week. We’ll start getting lazy and won’t lock it, and then you can use your escape hatch again.”
“You’re so good to me.”
“Don’t you forget it.”
“Like you’d let me.”
Looking completely unrepentant, Avery just shrugged. “I know my worth, what can I say?”
Mac laughed under her breath. “Will about ready yet?”
“Her calendar is clear, but she just took a call on her cell.”
Cell phone meant personal call, which meant Mac had no qualms about interrupting or being rude. “Will!” she hollered toward her sister’s open office door. “C’mon, I’m hungry.”
Will popped her head out, phone pressed to her ear, and held up one finger in the universal sign to wait a minute before ducking back inside.
Avery rested her elbows on her desk and leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Ten bucks says next time she comes out of there, she’s going to be red-faced and flustered.”
Mac narrowed her eyes at Avery. “Who’s she talkin’ to?”
“I’ll give you two guesses.”
Which meant her fiancé, Finn Thomas. Which also meant there was no way in hell Mac would be taking that bet.
“Pass.”
“When I first moved here, word on the street was you never turned down a bet. And now look at you.”
“I never turn down a bet I canwin. Accepting any bet just because someone’s got something to prove is how Gary Anders lost his golf cart to me. And last I checked, I don’t have a penis or a need to stroke it, so…” She shrugged as Avery laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Will asked as she came out of her office, purse slung over her shoulder as she smoothed back a flyaway strand of dark hair. And yep…she was flushed and fidgety.
Ugh.
Of course, Mac was thrilled for her sister and the happily ever after she was finally getting with Finn. Those two deserved it after everything they’d gone through. But sometimes…ugh. Just ugh.
“I didn’t realize you were hurtin’ for cash so much.” Mac stood from the chair and led the other girls into the hallway.
“What do you mean?” Will asked, her brows drawn together.
“I figured that’s why you took the job as a sex line operator.”
Avery snorted out a laugh as Will gasped, trying to act offended but stifling her own giggle.
“Would you shut up?” she said without heat, sparing a glance toward their daddy’s office as if to make sure he hadn’t overheard. “Finn and I didn’t… Um, well, we—”
“Didn’t get a chance to bone this morning?” Mac finished dryly.
Much as she’d like to scrub the memories from her mind, Mac had been the unwilling voyeuristic party in many a wild night between Will and Finn—at least until Will had moved out of the house they’d shared and in with Finn. And Mac could say with certainty that little else had scarred her more than overhearing her sister’s sex life. She and Willow had been the closest for the longest out of all their sisters, but even they shouldn’t be privy to the sounds the other made while…ahem…having a good time. Thank God for noise-canceling headphones.
