“Well, what do you want her to say?” Summer said. “I’ve been thinking you needed to get laid for a while.”
“Only since you got laid did you think everyone needed to get laid,” Autumn countered.
I drank my wine. “You two are getting laid way too much for me.”
“So far,” Summer said, smiling.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t think there’s any potential to go anywhere, anyway. So it’s a nice distraction.” My logical side agreed with that, but it hurt my heart to say it.
“Why is that?” Autumn asked.
I shook my head. I wanted to say because he was too perfect. In too many ways, I just couldn’t find a flaw in him. I should have been able to see all the flaws by now. But I couldn’t seem to find any.
He was a gentleman.
He seemed to actually care.
Laughed at me when I was too much.
And made my motor run.
“Why, does he have heads in his freezer or something?” Summer asked.
I was about to say something when Shaun walked in.
“I moved them to the deep freeze, just in case,” he said and winked at me.
And I buried my head in my hands.
He patted my shoulder as he walked by and proceeded to fill the wine glass he was carrying.
Mom’s wine glass.
My sisters looked down at the magazines on the table.
“I do think this ruffle would be better in a fancier wedding, though Autumn. It’s just too much for a cake table,” Summer said.
“Well, it’s your wedding. It should be as fancy as you can stand. Me, I want all the grandstanding. Everything big and bright—”
As Autumn rambled on, I could see Shaun behind her, grinning at me.
I signaled him, hoping to convey my concern that he was okay. Because who knew what my mother was back there talking to him about.
He walked back by and leaned down. Probably louder than he needed to be, he stage-whispered in my ear. “I know you’re talking about me. You can’t embarrass me.”
“You don’t know us very well,” Autumn fired back in her own stage whisper.
"Try me," he replied.
Autumn opened her mouth.
"Don't," I said.
I glanced back to the living room. "Isn't dinner about ready?"
"You have someplace to be?" my mother asked.
I blinked. "Yes, as a matter of fact."
