“Yeah,” Bronagh said, pulling off her coat to reveal Tweety pajamas underneath. “Apparently, Brady told him the other day over dinner, and, you know the deal, married people tell each other everything, so…”
“What are you guys talking about?” Cass asked, moving toward us.
I ignored Cass and asked, “What did he say?”
Bronagh glared at me and replied, “That it’s been going on for over seven months, and this is the first I’m hearing about it.”
“What’s been going on for seven months?”
“Ming banging Brady.”
“What?” Cass bellowed. “How, when, where? Tell me everything. Don’t be afraid to be very, very specific.”
Bronagh put her hands on her hips, causing her large belly to jut out even farther.
Looking at her bump I asked, “Would you like to sit down first?”
Bronagh looked like she wanted to argue, then thought better of it and muttered, “Yeah, my feet hurt.”
“I’ll open the wine and cider,” Cass offered, practically skipping off to the kitchen, obviously excited about the turn of events.
I pulled the tuna sandwich with extra sour pickles that I’d made out of the fridge and set it in front of Bronagh as she leaned back into the cushions.
She looked from the sandwich to me and said, “Don’t try to butter me up. I’m mad at you.”
Then she snatched the sandwich off the plate and took a big bite.
Bronagh had been craving tuna and pickles throughout her pregnancy, so I’d made it in hopes that it would help soften my news when I told
her. Since she already knew, I hoped the bribe would now help ease her anger.
Cass came rushing over, her hand full of glasses. She set them all down on the coffee table, then sat in the chair, curling her feet under her as she sat back with her glass of wine.
“I’m ready,” she said excitedly. “Give me a quick rundown.”
“Okay, well, you guys know I’ve had a crush on Brady since I first met him, back when Bronagh and Brendan were doing their on again, off again dance.” They both nodded. “The night of his academy graduation, I’d had quite a bit to drink, which gave me liquid courage. He looked so handsome, and I thought, why not? So, I went up to him and asked if he’d like to get out of there.”
Cass squealed, then took a sip of her wine and nodded that I should keep going. “He said yes, and we went back to my place. Over the seven month we only ever went to my place. We’d meet up at night and have sex. Sometimes he’d stay, sometimes he wouldn’t.”
“How was it?” Cass asked.
“The best I’ve ever had.”
“Where’d you do it?”
“Everywhere in this loft,” I replied. “The bed, the counter, the table, the couch, that chair you’re sitting in, the kitchen floor, that rug, the shower, the toilet, the balcony, oh, and in the stairwell.”
Cass started fanning herself, the grin on her face huge, but Bronagh just asked, “The toilet?”
“Yeah, with the lid down of course. No one was going to the bathroom at the time.”
She looked skeptical, so I said, “Him sitting, you on top. You hit all the right places, believe me…”
“Noted,” Cass said gleefully, and I knew she’d be bringing the new position home to Geo. “Exclusive?”
“Sexually, yes,” I replied. “But we were free to date other people, since we weren’t dating each other.”
“Who ended it?” Bronagh asked, her face thoughtful.