“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Do you have an answer?”
“I do not, but I’ll propose this. Which is silent in scent? The s or the c.”
“Son of a bitch. That’s good.”
I can’t help but laugh at her. She’s so funny and random. “Hey. Back to your wedding.”
“Go on.”
“Where would you go if you went away?”
“I don’t know. A big part of me just wants to have it here. Traveling, even back to South Cakalacky is going to be a pain. Most of our friends are here, Bo’s is here. I think I’m just going to do it here.” She nods like her mind has been made up.
“Here? That’s it.”
“Yep. It’s about time I make some decisions.”
“So, are you still going home?”
“Yea. It will be nice to show Tony around some more and see my mom. If you recall, I didn’t have time to go at Easter.”
“Yes. I recall that day and our conversation vividly.”
“As you should all of our conversations.”
“If you see my parents, will you say hi to them?”
“Yes, I’m going to see your parents. They’re on my schedule. I need some of your mother’s exquisite cooking.”
“Just remember not to say anything…”
“About what? There are so many things with you now. The fact you have your own little harem, the fact you are part owner in a kinky sex club, the fact you love being tied up with ropes. Really, I feel like the list keeps growing and growing.”
“Shut up.”
She zips her lips and throws away the key.
“If only your lips were zipped for real.”
She gasps dramatically.
Our food comes and we eat while we continue to plan out places she can call to book for her wedding. When I get back to work, I send out a few more emails before the bosses come in and tell everyone to take off the rest of the afternoon. Said they wanted to start summer hours, effective immediately. So we basically get Friday afternoons off, now through Labor Day.
It’s nice to get off a little early because it gives me a chance to get home and clean up some before Beckett and Will arrive.
EVERLEE – BECKETT AND WILL, SUSHI AND CHILL
Justbeforeseveno’clock,my doorbell rings. I jump to my feet and race across the floor, throwing the door open.
“Hello sister,” Beckett says, peeking his head in.
“Hello brother. What are you looking for?”
“Your men.”
