“Always the big sister.”
“You look different.” She inspected his face, moved her hands to his shoulders, then gripped his biceps. She pushed him back and looked him up and down. “What’s going on out here?”
“What?”
“Where’s the permanent clench of your forehead muscles?” She pinched him at the top of his nose between his eyes. “Where’s the permanent tightness in your shoulders?”
“I’ve been hanging out with Aleks and Rob.”
“Hmm…mmm.”
Hiding things from his sister had always been a little difficult, but there was no way she would guess that he had met a woman who was using him as a sexual play thing.
“You like it here.”
Before Milton had a chance to answer, Alexandria swung open the trailer door. “Mommy, look. I got a pink hat.” She emerged wearing the pink hard hat Milton had bought for her. If she was going to be hanging around development sites, safety first.
“Very nice, bug. Thank Uncle Milton.”
“Thank you?” Alexandria said. “He knows.”
His sister grunted. “You buy her too much stuff. She doesn’t even think she has to say thank you.”
“As long as she knows that only works with me, what’s the big deal?”
She didn’t have a comeback for him.
“Come on.” Milton slung his arm around Marilyn’s shoulder. “I’ll arrange for some lunch.”
Half a sandwich later, Milton’s BlackBerry buzzed on his desk.
His sister droned on about the latest drama with their father. “Dad’s as cranky as ever. Refusing to let the nurses give him his needles and meds. The agency was about ready to tell us to keep our money.” Although their father was still very active, insulin and medication had become a big part of his life the last couple of years.
“What a crotchety old man. You would think that young, beautiful women visiting him on a regular basis would make him happy.”
“They weren’t all young and beautiful,” she said.
Milton picked up his phone and clicked the middle button to wake up the screen. The text icon displayed the little red star, indicating he had a new text message.
He casually clicked on the icon while his sister continued to talk. He didn’t have to click on the highlighted line that read Amie Woods. Two words stared back at him.
I’m horny
An immediate throb of pleasure shot to his groin, and Milton felt a smile spread across his face. He wouldn’t text her back. Now wasn’t the time. There were so many dirty things he would like to say to Amie but not with his sister and niece in the room.
“Do you have any ideas?”
His sister’s question brought him out of his fantasy. Ideas? He had plenty of ideas, and they all involved Amie naked.
His phone buzzed a second time.
I’m naked
“Milton!” The angry, frustrated tone of his sister’s voice caught his attention.
“Lynnie, just find another agency.”
“It’s not that simple.”