I knew he was right.I'd just witnessed how good a time they were having.“I walked in because I was feeling guilty for leaving Francesca alone with mom—even though I'd just been kicked out.Figured I could act as a buffer.”
Carlo waited for a beat.“And?What were they doing?”he asked in a curious tone.
I turned my head and caught sight of myself in a mirror.My smiling reflection shot back.I was grinning like a fool.“Mom gave Francesca a wedding present.”
Carlo sighed and pressed me.“Well?What did she give her?”
I laughed.“A ricer.Mom gave her a fucking ricer.”
Carlo gave an approving grunt.“A good ricer is hard to find.I'm sure it's the best of the best.”
My grin grew even wider in the mirror.“That's not the point,” I said, but didn't elaborate further.
“You gonna keep me in suspense?Or are you gonna tell me what the fuck the point is?”
Again—my smile widened.
When the fuck had I smiled like this before?I couldn't remember a time.“Francesca cried.”
Carlo let out a low whistle.“I'm assuming happy tears?”
I answered back, “Yeah.Very happy.Too happy.”
My brother knew exactly what I was getting at.Because he knew me.And he also knew where his wife and Eve had come from.
“You found a good one, Brother.Fuckin' happy you did.”
I gazed back out at the blue sky and the bluer water.“She fought me about buying her new clothes and shit.Said there was no way she could pay me back.And asked me to take her somewhere cheaper.”
Carlo laughed, and I joined him.“Sounds familiar, Brother.Sounds real fuckin' familiar.”
I knew exactly what he was talking about.Because Giselle and Eve were both like that.And to a large degree they still were.
“I know.It pissed me off—because she wasn't listening to me.But I was overfuckingjoyed at the same time.You know?”
Carlo laughed low and long this time.
Yeah.
He knew exactly what I meant.
“She'll get used to the life.They all do.But the good ones still give you attitude.”
I agreed with him, “She's got plenty of that.”
Carlo chuckled and said, “Then you're perfectly matched.Aren't you?”We both knew what he meant by that.
“You have no idea.”
My brother completely stopped laughing.“Did you take her—” he cleared his throat, “downstairs?”
I confirmed his suspicions.“I did.”
A moment later, he shouted, “And?Did she run screaming?”
I walked back to my chair and sat down.“No,” was all I said as visions of Francesca bent over in my room started to get me hard all over again.Even though I'd lost count of how many orgasms I'd already had today.
“Well?What did she do?”Carlo sounded more than annoyed at me.
