always my first choice when I’m trying to get a man to talk to me
again, and then you ended up in his bed?”
“Well sort of. He was standing there ranting at me, stark naked I might
add, and I ...got a little distracted.”
“Distracted.”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
Lonnie burst out laughing, covering her mouth to stifle any echoing, “Immensely
since you asked,” she got out between chuckles. “Oh Cassandra, really, I
never realized being around you after all these years would provide me with
such comic relief.”
Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “The way I see it, it’s all your fault.”
She pointed her finger at Lonnie.
“How do you figure?”
“You’re the one that practically threw me to the wolves when you suggested I go
to that firkin party in the first place, and that’s how this whole thing got
started.”
“If memory serves, I told you to go talk to him, talk to, not screw, him.
I could see how you could get the two things mixed up.”
“Smarty pants.” Cassandra pretended to be annoyed. “You go ahead
and have your fun, but I’m younger than you, and I will live long enough to
heckle you back when your life gets thrown in the can”
“Nice try, changing the subject. Was it worth the wait or not? I
mean, this only took about eight years of you putting it off before finally
giving the poor boy a shot.”
“You are cruel,” Cassie laughed, “and even though it’s none of your business, I
will say it was...” she paused, trying to find the right words. “Oh man,
was it ever worth it.”
“I’ll bet. You were careful though, right?”
The question just hung there in the air, like and old jacket that just hangs in
the closet, never worn. She shook her head slowly from side to side, slid
off the toilet, and landed right next to the towels. “Didn’t I start this
conversation off by telling you to shoot me?”
“Hang on a minute,” Lonnie hopped up and headed for the other room.
“Where are you going?” Cassie was feeling too out of sorts to be all by
herself.
“To get my gun.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Mommy, are you awake?”
Cassie felt the hairs of her eyelids being pulled at, but she was too tired to
move. She kind of hoped that if she laid there real still, her daughter
would get bored after a while and go find some other sleeping person to
terrorize. She realized that probably wasn’t going to happen when her
eyes were literally pried open by her daughter’s insistent fingers.
“You up?” Her daughter repeated as she broke into an innocent, wide eyed
smile.
Cassie focused in on Abby’s nose, just inches from her own, and batted at her
hands. “I hate it when you do that.” She rubbed at her eyes and
stretched out. “What? What are you looking at?” She eyed Abby
questioningly and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the
dresser. “Oh,” she frowned over at her reflection. “Bad hair day,
for sure.”
She looked back over at Abby who was nodding her head in agreement. “Bad hair
day, for sure,” she parroted. “Mommy?”
“Abby?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Kind of,” Cassie pretended to roll back over and ignore
again, and then you ended up in his bed?”
“Well sort of. He was standing there ranting at me, stark naked I might
add, and I ...got a little distracted.”
“Distracted.”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
Lonnie burst out laughing, covering her mouth to stifle any echoing, “Immensely
since you asked,” she got out between chuckles. “Oh Cassandra, really, I
never realized being around you after all these years would provide me with
such comic relief.”
Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “The way I see it, it’s all your fault.”
She pointed her finger at Lonnie.
“How do you figure?”
“You’re the one that practically threw me to the wolves when you suggested I go
to that firkin party in the first place, and that’s how this whole thing got
started.”
“If memory serves, I told you to go talk to him, talk to, not screw, him.
I could see how you could get the two things mixed up.”
“Smarty pants.” Cassandra pretended to be annoyed. “You go ahead
and have your fun, but I’m younger than you, and I will live long enough to
heckle you back when your life gets thrown in the can”
“Nice try, changing the subject. Was it worth the wait or not? I
mean, this only took about eight years of you putting it off before finally
giving the poor boy a shot.”
“You are cruel,” Cassie laughed, “and even though it’s none of your business, I
will say it was...” she paused, trying to find the right words. “Oh man,
was it ever worth it.”
“I’ll bet. You were careful though, right?”
The question just hung there in the air, like and old jacket that just hangs in
the closet, never worn. She shook her head slowly from side to side, slid
off the toilet, and landed right next to the towels. “Didn’t I start this
conversation off by telling you to shoot me?”
“Hang on a minute,” Lonnie hopped up and headed for the other room.
“Where are you going?” Cassie was feeling too out of sorts to be all by
herself.
“To get my gun.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Mommy, are you awake?”
Cassie felt the hairs of her eyelids being pulled at, but she was too tired to
move. She kind of hoped that if she laid there real still, her daughter
would get bored after a while and go find some other sleeping person to
terrorize. She realized that probably wasn’t going to happen when her
eyes were literally pried open by her daughter’s insistent fingers.
“You up?” Her daughter repeated as she broke into an innocent, wide eyed
smile.
Cassie focused in on Abby’s nose, just inches from her own, and batted at her
hands. “I hate it when you do that.” She rubbed at her eyes and
stretched out. “What? What are you looking at?” She eyed Abby
questioningly and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the
dresser. “Oh,” she frowned over at her reflection. “Bad hair day,
for sure.”
She looked back over at Abby who was nodding her head in agreement. “Bad hair
day, for sure,” she parroted. “Mommy?”
“Abby?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Kind of,” Cassie pretended to roll back over and ignore
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