Cora Roberts—sex therapist.
CHAPTER TEN
Hearts, souls, and cabbage rolls.
Iclimbed the stairs, needing a snack before my next appointment in an hour. Hudson, Rebecca, Dave, and Sebastian smirked at me from the kitchen table as I entered the room.
“Good appointment?” Rebecca asked as she stirred a metal straw in her smoothie, the picture of innocence.
Hudson snorted as he pushed a plate with a ham sandwich and a glass of apple juice my way. My stomach flipped. Damn supernatural snoops. I plonked my ass in the chair, grabbed the glass, and took a long gulp, smacking my lips together on purpose. Having a strong stomach came with the privilege of being a doctor.
Dave shook his head at me as Sebastian leaned back and folded his arms. “What websites did you recommend?” Everyone seemed to forget my friend was also a qualified medical doctor. He just didn’t practice.
Rebecca chuckled. “I would have left them to the porn. It might have helped with the trauma.”
Hudson chewed his sandwich as his eyes danced with amusement. “Golden showers are very popular, I hear.”
“Get over yourselves. If you aren’t going to at least pretend to not overhear my consults, then I will have to throw you all out.”
“It’s the way you built up to the crescendo.” Dave gave a chef’s kiss. “Spectacular.”
Everyone is a damn critic. “How would you have handled it?” I snapped.
Dave tilted his head. “I wouldn’t have handled it all. As soon as I’d confirmed the piss sample, I would have sent them back to the cranky old woman in the parlor and let her deal with them.”
“It’s her brand of care that landed them in this warped belief in the first place.”
Hudson swallowed the last bite of his sandwich. “If she wants grandchildren, she would have figured it out soon enough.”
“It’s not something I’ve ever partaken in,” Rebecca mused.
“Maybe ask Ezra if you are curious. Just not on my Egyptian cotton sheets.”
Rebecca scowled. “Not likely.”
After stumping the vampire princess into silence, I disappeared back into my office and fell into the familiar routine of patients and cures for their supernatural ailments. Thankfully, they were run-of-the-mill problems, and I didn’t have to handle any more bodily fluids. I called that a win.
My body was aching by the time I emerged from my office at dinner time. I hoped someone other than Maggie was cooking because I was hungry and tired. I sniffed the air. Chicken soup and freshly baked bread. Aunt Liz was here. Wait—there was also an undercurrent of cabbage and spiced meat. Indigo groaned. Looks like Aunt Sophia had returned from her trip home, and now I had someone else I had to pretend I didn’t meet in secret. Whoopie.
I lumbered down the hallway into the kitchen, finding only my aunts inside. Where was everyone else?
Aunt Sophia smacked the back of Aunt Liz’s hand with a wooden spoon. “No touching the cabbage rolls.”
“Yes,”Indigo drawled. Souls, hearts, and cabbage rolls. She was a creature of simple comforts.
“You are going to overcook them,” Aunt Liz said.
“Focus on your chicken soup. I was making these rolls when you weren’t even a swimmer in your daddy’s crotch.”
Ugh, could we not talk about sperm at dinner? Even Indigo recoiled inside of me, the thought of her precious cabbage rolls being sullied by semen not helping her mood.
“When did you get here?” I asked Aunt Sophia. The wards had been clanging in my head all day long, but they didn’t announce who was here, just simply that someone was.
Sophia turned and dropped the spoon before pulling me into a hug that made my ribs creak. “My favorite grand niece is getting married. I came as soon as I heard the news.”
Wow, we hadn’t made it a weekend. Wait… “Are the others on the way?” I asked with a grimace. My house was about to be flooded with Roberts women.
“Of course. Everyone’s wrapping up what they have to do so we can get together and start planning.”
