“What was it?” Isla speaks at her normal volume, her tone no longer tinged with sadness and regret.
“‘WAP’.”
I have no idea what that means, and no way am I going to ask. It’ll make me more worried about my niece, and I don’t need to add to those endless concerns. My sister’s parenting style is different from how I’d be as a parent—not that I’ll ever step into that role.
Isla breaks into a devious grin. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, she did,” Spencer chimes in.
Isla looks expectedly at me.
After a beat of silence, she says, “You have no idea what we’re talking about, do you, Taz?” She leans onto her tiptoes, placing a hand on my shoulder for leverage to whisper into my ear. “Wet ass pussy.”
My reaction is visceral, which sends Spencer into hysterics. I’m not scandalized by the term, but I’m concerned my niece knows what it means. And having Isla this close, whispering it into my ear, sends my mind to the filthiest of places. Isla in my lap, sunk deep onto my cock, moaning how fucking good I feel, how wet she is for me.
I take a step back, needing distance from her and that incredible fantasy. Isla’s gaze remains locked on me, one side of her lips tilted up, her cheeks flushed. It’s from the North Carolina heat, or at least that’s what I tell myself, because any other reason would be fucking disastrous. I clear my throat, diverting my stare to the traffic passing beside us.
“It was censored.” Thea flashes a satisfied smile. “Everyone thought it was funny.”
Isla holds her hand up for Thea to slap it. “I think it was genius.”
“You should’ve seen their faces.” Spencer’s voice is thick with glee as he recreates an over-the-top expression—eyes bugged out wide, mouth askance. “I think someone choked on their drink. What a successful first family meal. Same time next week?”
Spencer winks, but I know him well enough to know he’s not joking. He wants to build chemistry with Isla. He also hates spending time alone, and his boyfriend is on a world tour with a musical act for the summer.
“If it involves trolling my ex, I’ll be there,” Isla says, slipping her phone out of her pocket. “Preferably, if I can watch from across the street with binoculars.”
Spencer smacks a hand to his chest. “I live to serve.” He hands a to-go bag to Isla. “This is yours. See you tomorrow bright and early, partner.”
“I’m mentally preparing myself for Coach Linden.”
“As you should,” I say. “That woman intimidates even me.”
Isla’s lips twist into a cheeky smile. “I don’t know if you should set that bar.”
“Let me guess, you think you should?”
She rolls her eyes. “More than you, obviously.”
Spencer points at me, then Isla, moving in the air between us. “Do you two need a minute?”
Thea laughs. “This is what they’re like. You should’ve seen them in the parking lot.”
Spencer raises an eyebrow. “What parking lot?”
“When Uncle Wes hit Isla’s car.”
Spencer turns towardme. “Youhither car?”
“It was her brother’s,” I reply easily as if the incident was no big deal. And it wasn’t, until Isla unnecessarily made a huge fuss. “But yes.”
Spencer nods his head slowly. “Explains the vibe. Well, at leastoneof the vibes.”
I want to smack him across the face.
“Well, Brooks should be pulling up any second,” Isla says, twirling her phone in the air and blowing past Spencer’s innuendo. “See you in the morning,” she says to Spencer before turning to Thea. “Thanks for making me laugh.”
Finally, her head swivels toward me, and I suck in a breath, awaiting her words. “And thanks for the…” She gestures toward me, vaguely in the direction of my back.
