My girl? No. Mygirls.
Both of them.
Claire’s headlights blind me as she reverses down the driveway, and I watch until they’re as small as the fireflies out tonight.
When I return to the cabin, every one of the guys is scrutinizing me, like they’re burrowinginto my soul.
“What?” I huff.
“Dude. You’re fucked,” Benji says.
Raymond and Zion nod along.
I return to my seat at the table. “What are you talking about?”
Raymond thumbs over his shoulder. “You’re down bad for that woman.”
Zion chuckles. “Did you just say ‘down bad’?”
Ray’s cheeks redden. “What? Did I not use it correctly?”
“No, you’ve got it,” Zion assures him with a grin.
Crossing my arms, I say, “Again. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Benji rolls his eyes. “She’s good for you, you know. Sounds like she’s good for Bea too.”
“Not this again.” Sighing, I pour a little more wine into my glass. Then I take a big swig. I have a hunch I’m going to need it.
“Do you plan on marrying again?” Zion asks, his focus solely fixed on me.
The guys and I never hold anything back, but this is the first time they’ve outright asked me about marriage. Fuck. It feels too invasive.
They wait for me to answer, every one of them stock-still, blinking at me.
Then they wait some more.
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“What about more kids?” Benji breaks out a smirk. “Dude. How cool would it be if our kids were around the same age? They could get married and we’d be in-laws.”
He’s tipsy, maybe a little drunk, trying to toss some levity onto the harsh conversation.
And it helps. The idea of merging our families does sound sort of awesome and enticing.
“I never pictured Bea as an only child, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I let the image of her holding a sibling marinate in my brain for a moment and sigh. “I’ve never brought a woman around Bea. This thing with Claire has me all twisted. Bea met her as a staff member and as a friend of the family. Not as my…”
“Girlfriend?” Benji finishes for me.
Unease rolls through me. “She’s not my girlfriend. It’s just sex.”
He raises a challenging brow. “She looks an awful lot like your girlfriend to me. She lives in your house. You do her laundry. She washes your daughter’s hair.”
I frown at him. “How do you know I do her laundry?”
“I didn’t. You just told me.”
