I wound down my window. “Sounds itchy. I’ll skip that one, thanks,” I told him as I started the car.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll have you rolling around in the hay before you know it,” Cole said, his words thick with promise.
“See you later.”
“Tonight, Grace.”
“Tonight,” I confirmed before blowing him a kiss and releasing the parking brake.
I drove home as giddy as a schoolgirl with her first crush. I didn't know if it was the morning filled with mind-blowing orgasms, the great conversation with someone who wanted to actually listen to what I had to say, or the promise that there was more to come. Either way, by the time I bumped down the drive at the B&B, I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.
I parked my car under the tree and collected my things. The moment I climbed out, I heard a slow clap echoing across the lawn. When I looked up, I saw Gabriella standing on the edge of the porch smirking and clapping.
I lifted my hand and waved. “Morning,” I called.
“Morning,” she replied as I moved closer to the steps.
“Well, well, well. Now that’s a walk of shame if ever I’ve seen one,” Georgia declared as she appeared on the porch with a towel draped over her shoulder.
I knew at that moment I had two choices. I could cower and deny it, or I could straighten my shoulders, hold my head high, and own it. It was an easy choice.
“No shame here,” I told them pointedly as I dropped down on the bottom step and tugged off my boots, taking a second to massage the balls of my aching feet.
“Oooh. Tell me more,” Georgia encouraged, dropping down beside me and bumping her shoulder with mine.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” I informed her, knowing very well that all it was going to take was a bottle of wine and they’d know every single detail.
“Did you have a good time at least?” Gabriella asked as she bounced down the steps and stood on the grass.
I looked at my sister and smiled. She was stunning. The perfect picture of a housewife. Today her dress was white and covered in tiny cherries with a wide skirt and a thick red belt secured at her tiny waist with a gold buckle. Her feet were bare, and her toenails painted Barbie pink. Her caramel-colored hair was pulled back in an elegant French twist. Gabriella was beautiful and didn’t look at all like me. She was elegant and put together, and I was, well, I smelt like sex, my hair was a mess, and I was pretty sure I was walking with a limp.
“It was fun.” I shrugged, trying to downplay it. The last thing I needed was for my sisters to get ahead of themselves and think this was something more than it was.
“Fun? Fun? That’s all you’re giving us?” Georgia pouted.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Everything. Was he good in bed? Was he …?”
“Georgia!” Gabriella cut her off, and I chuckled. While I was grateful for Gabriella not giving Georgia a chance to ask, it was amusing to see how much she squirmed.
“You two are no fun,” Georgia complained.
“Oh, I’m plenty fun. Want to call Cole and ask him just how much fun I can be?” I offered, holding out my phone.
“You suck!” Georgia stomped before heading back inside, letting the door slam behind her.
“Cole didn’t complain,” I muttered, and Gabriella almost choked on air.
I patted her on the back, reminding her to breathe. When Gabriella looked up again, her eyes were watery and cheeks cherry red.
“You’re almost as bad as she is,” she accused and now it was my turn to laugh.
“Come on! I’m not even close!” I defended.
“Wanna bet?”
Chapter ten
