This some kind of girl-in-shower-peeing kink?
“I’ll never forget the pain,” Carrie says sadly.
“I’ll never forget those tears of joy in your eyes.”
“Those were tears of trauma.”
“Makes sense.” He nods. “Youdohave a lot of issues.”
I glance back and forth between them, intrigued as to who’ll get the last word. I actually like how Carrie puts Lewis in his place, I realize. It’s obvious that shedoeslike him, deep down, and I’m relieved to see there’s nothing more between them.What’s mine is mine.
“This is just how they roll,” Lois whispers.
Before I know it, a fluffy ball of fur is squirming in my lap.
“Hey, you…”
“Sorry!” Becca perches across from us. “Come here, boy!”
“It’s all good—I like him.” I look up, smiling. “What’s his name?”
“I have no idea!”
“You still haven’t agreed on a name?” Lois laughs.
“No. I’m still in love with ‘Becker’—you know, like ‘Becca’ plus ‘Carter.’?”
Carter wanders over with Lane and Adam, shooting us a grin. “Hey, the dog wasmyChristmas gift. I should get to choose!”
“We’re not calling him Carter Junior, baby.”
“What about—”
“And no, we’re not calling him Boner, either.” Becca glares at him.
Amelia shudders. “That issogross. I’m team Becker.”
These people are insane, but I find myself snorting with laughter, smiling when the puppy looks up at me, one ear cocked. Baby Bonerisadorable, I have to admit.
I spot Donovan hovering by the front door, grinning ear to ear.
“Guys, meet my trainee. Malcolm, meet everybody.”
He gestures at us to make space, and as the guy is returning all the waves and smiles, I give him a quick once-over.Wonder what he drives…I’m pretty good at making an educated guess, and with his spiked hair and Cup Noodles vibe, my money’s on a fifties Ford. It’s like each of the guys is rocking his own decade. Lane, for example, with his perma scowl and old Camaro—pure sixties, right there.
“Why are you staring at Malcolm?” Lewis asks.
Subtle, man. Real subtle.
All eyes are suddenly on me.
“The idea is you guys become friends, you know…”
“Guess she was picturing me naked.”
“Actually, I was picturing what you drive,” I say.
Malcolm winks at me. “You can tell just by checking me out?”
