these things.”
Trish shook her head slowly. “I don’t remember ever having the hots for Aidan, though. I mean, I’ve always been very fond of him, but—”
Brenda waved her protests aside. “He was too young. I know. We hoped you’d figure it out as he got older. Caroline and I were so thankful that you two kept in touch, but we were beginning to think you were never going to see Aidan as anything but the kid next door. After he started college, we tried to make sure you and Aidan were both visiting at the same time. He was home for most holidays, but sometimes you had to work, so it didn’t always work out the way we planned.
“If only you could’ve seen the two of you when you were together,” Brenda said with a wistful smile. “It was like you’d never been apart—laughing, talking, hugging each other. Then there was that last boyfriend you had, Trish. Caroline was ready to kill him for treating you so badly.”
Trish gasped as the truth struck her. “This is why Mom and Dad insisted on selling me the house, isn’t it?”
Brenda nodded. Her smile was so smug, it defined the word.
“Good plan,” Aidan admitted.
“Diabolical,” said Trish.
“Effective,” countered Brenda.
Aidan still looked a bit stunned. “Guess I won’t be taking that job in Detroit.”
Brenda beamed. “That was part of the plan too—just wish I’d thought of the tweezers. Can’t imagine why I didn’t. Would’ve made things simpler.”
Trish couldn’t even begin to fathom how that suggestion would have been phrased—and didn’t really want to. Some things were best left unsaid.
Apparently Aidan agreed. “Yeah, right, Mom. I can really see you telling me that.”
Brenda shrugged. “Hey, it worked for your father.”
Aidan blinked. “No way!”
Brenda glanced at Trish. “Had to tie him down, didn’t you?”
Waving his hands as though they would erase the image from his mind, Aidan shouted, “Too much information!”
“Kids,” Brenda said, shaking her head. “They can never stand the idea that for them to be born, their parents had to have sex. Like the kids invented it or something.”
“I know you had sex, Mom. I just don’t want to think about it.”
“Yeah, well, I hope you remember this conversation twenty years from now when your kids are gaping at you like a moron.”
Aidan put up a hand. “Point made.” He turned to Trish. “Babies. Our own babies. What a concept.”
Trish had never felt happier in her life. She couldn’t stop smiling. “Want to get started?”
Leaning down, he kissed her right on the lips, in front of his mother and the whole neighborhood. A warm, fuzzy feeling enveloped her from her head to her toes.
“Oh, yeah …Right after our first date.”
THE END
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A native of Louisville, Kentucky, Cheryl Brooks is a critical care nurse by night and a romance writer by day. Utilizing her rich fantasy life and a knack for unobtrusive boy watching, she is currently branching out from paranormal romance into erotic novellas, both contemporary and paranormal, with her Sextet sisters for Siren, and loving it! A lifelong lover of horses and animals in general, she lives with her husband, two sons, two horses, four cats, and two dogs in rural Indiana. She enjoys cooking, gardening, and has played guitar since the age of ten. A member of the RWA and INRWA, A Delicate Procedure is her fourth contribution to the Sextet Anthologies series.
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Siren Ménage Everlasting: The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1: Sharing
Siren Ménage Everlasting: The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2:
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Siren Ménage Everlasting: The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3:
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To my Sextet sisters—thanks for inviting me to the party!
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