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dirty
little whore! I thought I told you to always go to his place. What time did he
leave?”
    “I don’t know
what you’re talking about,” Evy said, planting the keys in her sister’s hand.
    Brooke’s face
grew somber. “Just tell me one thing. Does he have a big cock? I deserve to
know, Evy. I’m your sister.”
    Evy laughed
sharply, her jaw dragging on the floor. “What is wrong with you?”
    Brooke stepped
into Evy’s personal space, sharpening her gaze to a razor’s edge. “Is it bigger
than a French baguette?”
    “You know what, Brooke?”
Evy said, going around her into the kitchen. “You need some Orbitz to clean up that mouth of yours up.”
    Brooke followed.
“Did he go down on you?”
    “We are not
having this conversation.”
    “How many times
did he make you cum?”
    Evy snatched up
her mug of Joe and wrinkled her nose.
    Brooke stared
blankly at her. “It was multiple times, wasn’t it?”
    Evy rolled her
eyes and took a drink while Brooke grabbed a waffle dog from a plate on the
stove.
    “Was it bigger
than this?” She raised the waffle dog along with her eyebrows.
    “Don’t you have
to open the store?”
    “It can wait.” Brooke
bit down and started chewing. “So?”
    “ So , what?”
    “So…did you blow
him?”
    “Will you please
stop?”
    Brooke tilted
her head. “Oh honey, please don’t tell me you let him cum in your face. That is
so degrading.”
    Evy stared at
her in disgust, silence stretching across the room.
      A light noise from the bathroom made Brooke’s
jaw come to a screeching halt. She swallowed hard and slowly turned to the bathroom.
“Oh my God,” she whispered dully. “He’s still here.”
    “I told you to
stop talking like that.”
    Brooke cringed
and quietly set the waffle dog back on the plate. “You should’ve told me,” she
hissed.
    “I tried!”
    “When?”
    “When you
started talking,” Evy said, taking Brooke’s arm and ushering her to the front door.
    Brooke glanced
over her shoulder, hoping for a sneak peek. Evy opened the door and Brooke
stopped and turned in the doorway.
    “Do me a favor,”
she whispered, craning her neck to see around Evy. “Send me a picture of it. I swear
to God I won’t show it to anyone. I promise.”
    Evy used the
door to nudge Brooke out into the hall.
    “I have to know
what we’re dealing with here,” Brooke pleaded, fighting against the door. “Do
his balls hang low?”
    Evy’s face
soured. “Goodbye, Brooke,” she groaned, pushing harder.
    “Can ya tie em in a bow?” Brooke spit
out just before the door shut in her face.
    A weary breath oozed
from Evy’s lips. She leaned her forehead against the cool wood, trying to
figure out how they could possibly be related . The
bathroom door cracked open behind her. She turned around and gasped.
    Dean crossed his
arms and shook his head, his penis swinging in the air. “French baguette,” he
muttered under his breath, making Evy giggle.

 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter
Seven

 
 
 
 
    Six weeks later…

 
      Evy flashed Dean a playful smile from the other
side of the pool. He beamed back, keeping Shaun company at the grill, the sunlight casting dreamy sparkles across the water’s surface,
adding to the magical moment of it all. Kids raced about the yard between them,
laughing and screaming but seeming a million miles away at the same time.
    “I remember when
Shaun used to look at me like that.”
    Evy jerked her
eyes back to Carrie and smiled.
    A wistful breath
floated from Carrie’s lips as she leaned back in a cushioned patio chair, the
breeze running its fingers through her short blond locks. “Once you get married
and have kids those looks become rarer than Bigfoot sightings in a city park.”
    Evy laughed. “ Awe come on, I see the PDA with you two.”
    “When?”
      “How about last weekend at La Fuente ?”
    “He was drunk on
margaritas,” Carrie flatly replied, taking a sip of wine.
    Evy slid her chair
closer. “So, tell me