Chapter 6
Monroe
“Did you end up getting any last night?” Savannah asked me as she handed the bowl of potato salad over. It was our weekly dinner at our parents’ house, and we were all in attendance—my sister, Savannah, my brother, David, his wife, Nikita, and me. I’d also dragged Tatum along because Nitro was busy with work.
“No.” She was talking about the guy I’d met at the club where we’d danced all night. “Which was a crying shame because he had it all going on. I bet he was even pierced under all those clothes.”
“You mean you didn’t check?” Mum asked.
I turned to my mother who had cocked her head to the side while she waited impatiently for my answer to her question. Laughing, I said, “No, Mum, I don’t go around randomly checking men’s cocks for jewellery.”
“You may as well with the addiction you have,” my brother muttered from across the table.
I drank some of my wine and caught David’s eye. “It’s a good addiction. Better than drugs, don’t you think?” David was the prude in our family. Hell, even my parents talked openly about sex with us, but David always found the sex talk a little too much. I liked to mess with him as often as I could.
He shook his head at me in mock exasperation. “It’s not the kind of addiction I would choose.”
I rolled my eyes. My brother was the complete opposite of me. Where I was impulsive, he had everything in his life planned down to the finest detail. Where I was what you could call a little dramatic, he was calm. And while I was the dreamer in the family, he was the sensible one.
“You’d prefer to be addicted to checking the stock market, right?”
A smile touched his face, but only fleetingly, because God forbid he express his emotions for longer than necessary. “I’d prefer to have no addictions, Roe.”
I returned his smile. I did love him, even though he wore me out sometimes with his dry personality. David was the kind of man you wanted in your corner when the shit hit the fan in your life. He’d never failed to come through for me when I needed him. He was solid and always did right by those he loved. Truth be told, I wanted to find a man like him. I just wanted said man to live on the wild side a little and know how to have fun. A little spontaneity never killed anyone.
I raised my wine glass. “I would give up all my addictions to food and clothes and make-up and shoes and bags if I could just have a pierced cock in my life regularly.”
My father laughed from the other end of the table. Raising his glass, he said, “Cheers to happiness, baby.”
I flashed him a huge smile. My dad was my biggest champion. “Cheers, Dad.”
David groaned as he leant back in his seat. “Jesus, don’t encourage her.”
Dad looked around the table with a smile. “I encourage all my girls.”
“Yeah, and look at what you’ve created,” David said. “Three women who walk all over you and spend all your money.”
My mother waved her hand dismissively at him. “Pooh to you, too. So we like to live a little. Your father understands the needs of a woman.” She threw a wink at Nikita as she tacked on, “And it seems you’ve followed in his footsteps. Nikita is a woman after my own heart.”
David took after Dad in a lot of ways. Both men were quite serious and anal in the way they ran their lives, but Dad had wisdom when it came to women that my brother at thirty-two was yet to learn. David’s analysis of my father allowing the women in his life to walk all over him was off base. It probably seemed that way to most, but Dad had learnt how to handle his wife and his daughters. He knew when to push and when to ease off in a way that still got him everything he wanted in life.
Nikita sent Mum a smile. I loved the relationship they’d nurtured since David started dating her four years ago. They were close in a way a lot of women in their positions weren’t. “I think Colin could teach his son a few things.”
David muttered something under his breath, but at the same time, he looked at his wife with eyes that told everyone how mu
ch he loved her. Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close and kissed her. They shared the kind of intimate moment that caused my heart to constrict with jealousy. I wanted that kind of connection with a man. I was a thirty-one-year-old single woman with no men in my life that I would even consider sleeping with, let alone dating.
Tatum leant close. “What are you thinking, Roe? I saw the way you just sighed.”
My cousin knew me so well. “Why is it so hard to find a man? I feel like it shouldn’t be this hard.”
“Maybe it’s time to take a break. You’ve been going at it pretty hard for a long time.”
She was right—I had dedicated years to my search. And when I did something, I did it well. I left no stone unturned. But besides a two-year relationship that ended badly a few years ago, I hadn’t found a man who held my attention for longer than five months.
“I’m not ready to give up yet.”
“I’m not talking about giving up. I’m suggesting you ease up, because I think you’re getting a little disheartened with it all, and I don’t want that for you.”