I did not have it in me to react to all this goodness in myliving room and kitchen, even Mo looking extradoublehot wearing niceclothes and downing water in a way I got that view of his throat.
We were leaving in five minutes for his mom’s and I was in astate.
“Babe, what the fuck?You don’t have beer?”Mag stated afterpulling his head out of the fridge.
“I only drink beer on special occasions or at your place,” Ireplied.
He stared at me saying, “That’s impossible.”
“Crib is tight, Lots,” Auggie told me as I rushed by him (orlimped by him on one spike heel, one bare foot, clutching my other shoe to mychest as well as the bag I was switching out to).
“Thanks,” I muttered to Auggie.
Mo had come out from behind the Hydro and was staring at mein a way that, if we weren’t imminently going to dinner at his mom’s, and hisbuds weren’t hanging around being hot, I would be on my back on the kitchenfloor getting fucked.
Good to know he liked the dress.
But I couldn’t even let that penetrate.
“How can you not drink beer?”Mag demanded to know.
“She’s fit, asshole,” Axl called.“That’s how.Not everyonehas your metabolism and a cast-iron liver.”
“Mac, babe, seriously, that calendar on your fridge,” Boonesaid to me as I dumped all that was in my hands on the counter by his hip.
I looked up at him.
“What?”I asked.
“Three-month oil changes?”He shook his head.“Check yourmanual.Unless you drive a ChryslerLebaroncircanineteen eighty-two, it’s either five thousand or seven thousand.Sometimeseven ten.That three-month or three-thousand-mile gig is totally overkill.”
“I justknewthat was a scam,” I snapped.
He grinned at me.“Good you now got men in your life who’lllook out for you.”
I already had men in my life who looked out for me.
But none of them told me about the oil-change scam.
I would have words with Eddie.
Then Tex.
Later.
At that moment, I needed to freak out.
“Can I ask when my woman became all of your woman?”Morequested to know from behind me, and he didn’t sound happy.
“Until we get our own,” Mag answered breezily.“You knowsister wives?We’re like brother husbands.”
“No you aren’t.”
There was my man’s Brook No Argument Tone.
“Without the benefits, of course,” Mag added.
“Lottie, babe, step up the matchmaking shit,” Mo ordered,leaning hips against the counter beside me as I reached to my purse so I couldswitch out what I needed to my clutch.
