But after taking a sip of his coffee, he set it aside andwalked to the foot of the stairs.
It took maybe five minutes, the last thirty seconds of thosehe considered jogging up to check on her, before she showed.Face clean andgleaming.Tits jiggling as she danced down the steps.
She stopped four from the bottom.
“If I can rinse my face without you in the next room, whycan’t you shower with me somewhere else in the house?”
“I’m vulnerable when I shower.And unarmed.I’m not when yourinse your face.”
Another big, blurred smile and an, “Ah.”
Then more jiggling and dancing down the steps.
He’d lived a good life.
Clean.
Taken care of his mom and sisters.
Put up with them even after the taking care of them part wasno longer needed (and they were a lot, every one of them).
Enlisted and was honorably discharged.
He did right by Hawk, never wheedled out of a mission(something that would get his ass canned, but that wasn’t why he didn’t do it),always followed orders, never fucked up.
The two long-term girlfriends he’d had, he’d treated themlike gold.Living with five women, you learned a lot of shit.And he’d given itall and then some to the women he’d claimed.It had been them who’d scraped himoff for something better.
So no cheating.No excessive gambling or drinking.Absolutely no drugs.No nights out carousing with his boys and not checking in.No getting up in their shit about how expensive their handbags were or why theycouldn’t rinse a damned plate and put it in the dishwasher rather than leavingit in the sink.
How he’d earned this punishment with Lottie, he did notknow.
Maybe it was beating the shit out of hissonuvabitchdad.
Yeah, that had to be it.
He followed her back into the kitchen and she did her thing,in her nightie, while he watched, and it was while she was sautéing themushrooms, and he was taking a sip of coffee, when she asked, “What do youthink about my tits?”
He nearly did a spit take.
To avoid that, he swallowed hard, not like he was swallowingcoffee, like he was swallowing a boulder, and he stared at her.
She was at the stove, wooden spoon in her hand, but twistedto look at him.“I’m going natural.Next month.”
He tried not to look at her tits.
Swear to God he did.
He couldn’t not look at her tits.
He then forced his eyes to her face.
He knew her tits had to be fake.
Still, they were fuckingawesome.
“Your body, your choice.”
“Do you think I’ll lose customers?”Do you think I’lllothcuthtomerth?
