“Now, what on God’s green earth is going on between you two, huh?” She points one of her white painted talons right in my face. “That husband of mine might be oblivious, but he barely knows what day of the week it is. I, on the other hand”—she places a hand to her overly inflated breasts—“know everything, so don’t you dare lie to me, baby.”
I roll my eyes, forced to look away to try to hide my shit-eating grin, and apparently that’s all the confirmation she needs.
“I knew it!” She winks then, her smile turning conspiratorial. “The old hotel room switcharoo never fails.”
My smile falls then, and I narrow my eyes. “Hotel room…switcharoo?”
Lori’s eyes widen, and she bites her lips between her teeth with a sheepish smile.
“Lori…” I arch a brow.
“Frisco,” she says simply, shrugging a shoulder.
Suddenly it all makes sense. “That wasyou?”
“Poppy didn’t think it would work but…” She shrugs again, her grin cocky. “Momma knows best.”
“Wait!” I rear back, scoffing a laugh. “Poppy was in on it too?”
She makes a point of looking down at her nails. “I’ve said too much.”
I open the driver’s door for her, spearing her with a long-leveled look. “Goodnight, Lori.”
She flashes me a wink. “You go in there and make some lovin’ with that adorable ray of sunshine.”
I roll my eyes again, muttering, “That was the plan before y’all showed up with steaks and fuckin’ war stories.”
“Well, this was all Jonesy’s idea,” Lori says, offering a rueful smile. “He missed his bestie.”
I roll my eyes. “I literally have nine o’clock tee time with him tomorrow.”
“I think he forgot.” She makes a face.
I shake my head, huffing a laugh as Lori wraps her arms around me, craning up to press a kiss to my cheek before hopping into the car and waving her fingers at me. “Night, honey bun.”
“Get home safe.” I close the door and step away, watching as the sleek car pulls out and down the drive, disappearing beyond the security gate.
As I walk back inside the house, I hear Poppy in the kitchen, the clanging of dishes ringing through the silence. Entering the kitchen, I stand and watch for a while, admiring the view of her bent over, loading the dishwasher. Hell, I am one lucky son of a bitch.
“Truth or dare?”
Startling, Poppy jumps up, turning and watching me as I stalk toward her, my eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“You know the rules,” I remind her, the same ways she reminds me.
“T-truth?” Poppy stammers, suddenly looking nervous, and I immediately feel bad.
Smiling, I grab her by the waist and pull her flush against me as I glance up toward the ceiling in mock thought. “You happen to know anything about Frisco and our room reservation getting all messed up?”
Her midnight eyes widen and she presses her lips togetherbetween her teeth, averting her gaze, and honestly, it’s almost scary how alike she and Lori are; they could genuinely be mistaken for mother and daughter.
“Don’t you dare lie to me now.” I tickle her sides.
Jumping, Poppy throws her head back, laughing hysterically.
“You owe me,” I say, holding her flush against me, arms wrapped around her tightly. “That couch was the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever spent the night on.”
Poppy’s lips twitch, one of her eyebrows arching high. “I don’t recall you complaining…”
