Me: What good would that do?
BestBrotherEver: It would help her understand why you’re not taking her up on the pussy buffet, dumbass.
Me: Nicky was a long time ago.
BestBrotherEver: And it explains why you’re looking for the perfect happily-ever-after rather than sex.
BestBrotherEver: Tell her.
Me: I don’t think that’ll solve anything.
BestBrotherEver: Hey, all this love bullshit is amazing, but Lark wants to talk to Wren and she’s not answering her phone. So your phone’s going to ring in 3…2…1…
Me: I hate you.
BestBrotherEver: I love you too. Answer your fucking phone so my wife will stop texting me.
My phone rings and I swipe the slider.
“Hey, Mick,” Lark says. “Is my sister around?”
“She’s in the bathroom.”
“Can you pass her the phone? It’ll only take a second.”
“Hang on.”
I knock lightly on the bathroom door. Wren opens it. Apparently, she showered, because she’s wrapped in a towel.
“Lark wants to talk to you.”
She nods, but she doesn’t look me in the eye. My fingertips brush hers when she takes the phone from me, and heat shoots straight up my arm. I s
wear I hear her let out a breathy little gasp, just before she jerks the phone, and her hand, away and closes the door.
I get Anna and Devon ready to go swimming for a couple of hours, and herd them out the door.
Wren
I lift Mick’s phone to my ear. “Lark? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. You weren’t answering your phone. I don’t care if you had a reason for not answering it.”
I snort. “Well, that’s nice of you.”
“Are you guys doing okay?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I breath out on a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.” And I really don’t. I have no idea.
Mick’s phone gets a text and I pull it away from my face just long enough to look down.
BestBrotherEver: Tell her about Nicky. It’ll help her understand.
Nicky? Who’s Nicky?