Kalilah: Yes?
Nick: I’ve been reading…
She threw her phone in her purse, her body throbbed with anticipation. Every time Nick told her he’d been reading he came up with something new and hot to do to her body. She almost bailed on her little sister. Almost.
Her shifty sister strolled in a few minutes later and ordered the most relaxing manicure and pedicure they offered. The scent of lavender now flavored the air and mixed in beautifully with her citrus. Cayla kicked off her flip flops and gathered the hem of her maxi dress in her hand so she could climb into the chair. It was warm for a February day, but that was Houston. The weather was often unpredictable which prompted people to say things like, “Don’t like the weather? Just wait, it’ll change.”
Kalilah passed Cayla her untouched mimosa. Cayla downed half before setting it aside. Interesting. “You have that look on your face again,” Cayla murmured without looking up. She was too busy trying to choose between two shades of pink that looked exactly the same to Kalilah.
“What look?”
Cayla handed the polish in her right hand to the nail technician. “The ‘I’ve been sexting Nick’ look,” Cayla answered before killing the other half or her mimosa and accepting a refill.
Kalilah shrugged. It was no secret that she and Nick had a ridiculously active sex life. She’d honestly expected them to slow down after a three-week long honeymoon, but they must still be making up for lost time. “Because I was. And you? No hot texts or phone calls lately?”
Kalilah was taking a stab in the dark, but she knew her sister well enough to know she was being secretive about something. Cayla slightly flushed. Bingo! There was an advantage to having a sister with such a fair complexion; she was easy to read. Cayla tried to shrug nonchalantly.
“Not really.”
The wheels started to turn in Kalilah’s head. Things started to fall into place. If she was right, she knew the source of her sister’s blush.
“So, you’re not going to tell me?” Kalilah’s question met silence. Kalilah nodded her head. “Okay, then.” She pulled out her phone and hit dial.
Dex answered on the second ring. “How’s my favorite pregnant person?” His voice was full of warmth and affection.
Kalilah felt Cayla studying her profile. She knew Cayla wanted to know to who she was talking.
“Good. Thank you, I keep checking my mail, but I haven’t received any awesomeness from Spain yet…”
Cayla sat up straighter in her chair. Was that a hint of alarm on her face?
Dex laughed. “Because I’m all of the awesomeness, and I don’t return until tomorrow night. If you’re a good girl, I might have some gifts.”
Kalilah grinned big like he could see her. “I’ll be good. What’s new? Any interesting phone calls, texts, or sexts?”
“Not as interesting as they could be. I placed my flag on your sister’s ass though.”
Kalilah slid an amused glance to her slightly mortified sister before taking a sip of her water.
“How is it possible to do anything to my sister’s ass in Spain, Dex?” She wished they were being recorded because she would love to replay the face her sister made.
Dex laughed. “I didn’t do anything to your sister’s ass. Yet. That was my way of saying I claimed her as Dex’s territory, and I’m air quoting “territory” by the way.”
“I see. And is she aware?”
Dex sighed. “She’s stubborn. I’ve told her, even offered to fly her to Spain, but she doesn’t have a passport. Make sure she gets one, please. I asked her to be my date for Valentine’s day, but she turned me down.”
Kalilah raised an eyebrow at her sister.
“Is that so?”
She suppressed a giggle when the nail technician started scrubbing her feet; this was the hard part of pedicures since she was ticklish.
“Yup. I figured she would have told you by now. Just so you know, I was serious that day at the restaurant. No need to threaten me.”
Kalilah remembered when he’d first expressed interest in her sister. She was primed to give him a threatening speech when he informed her that he was re-evaluating his life and would respect her if he did try to date her.
“I’ll hold you to it. I’ll see you tomorrow night, love.”