Oh dear lord.
Me: A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor
A few minutes passed with no messages from either of them. Were they shocked? Disgusted? Impressed??
Conal: wow.
Ronan: I read some of the look inside on the Amazon app. Have a massive boner now. Will carry on reading and deal with boner problem later.
Conal: TMI
Ronan: I can send pics ;)
Conal: Please don’t. I’m in a meeting.
Ronan: So am I…
Conal: I know. I’m sitting next to you.
I giggled. They were such idiots.
Ronan: Fuck, Dec is pissed at me now. Pray for me pixie girl! *skull emoji*
Conal: RIP bro.
Now I full-on laughed. Declan took his meetings very seriously. If the twins were messaging me instead of paying attention, he’d be furious.
I waited to see if he’d message, but the thread stayed silent. Once ten more minutes had passed with no new messages, I shut the chat down and crawled out of bed. Knowing him, he’d be yelling obscenities at Ronan.
Declan had never messaged, other than a few terse emails related to school or travel stuff. If he wanted to talk to me about something, he typically called.
But he hadn’t called me since he’d said goodbye in Catania.
I tried not to feel sad about that.
The ball remained in his court.
“So, which one of you bitches is going to spill the tea?”
Auntie Eden, my sister’s best friend and the guys’ cousin, rested her chin on her hands, her sharp gaze flicking between me and Thea.
“She’s refusing to tell me a fucking thing,” Thea grumbled before pouring herself a large glass of chardonnay.
We had the rare luxury of the house to ourselves, as my brothers-in-law were all off doing guy things or working, and Landon had taken the kids to the beach with Petal acting as an unofficial bodyguard for Ferg.
None of us worried about the kids with Petal in charge. Landon was flaky as fuck. Thea often complained he couldn’t be trusted to keep a goldfish safe, but the dog he’d brought home from the shelter took child protection dutiesveryseriously.
So seriously that people crossed the street to avoid her.
“Verity, I’m your favorite aunt. The person who gave you the sex talk when you came of age. Sweet girl, you can tell me anything.” I watched as she downed the mojito she’d mixed less than five minutes earlier. Damn, that woman could drink. “Noneed to spare my blushes,” she added. “Thanks to your sister’s unconventional lifestyle, I’ve heard italllllbefore.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I lied, but my blush gave me away.
Eden grinned knowingly. “Are you pregnant? It’s OK if you are. Not so OK if it’s twins and the baby daddy is awaiting trial for mass murder, but we can deal if he is. Why…” She cocked her head and smirked at Thea. “I remember when your sister told me she was pregnant with Clemmie. How we laughed when she admitted she had no clue who the father was!”
“Yes, thank you for the reminder.” Thea scowled.
