“Into the living room,” Joni commanded.
“Why?” I asked, even as I stood up.
“Because that’s where all the bags are,” Laura said.
“Bags?” Colt asked as he trailed behind me.
“Bags,” Laura reiterated.
“We ran to the store to get you underwear and toiletries.”
“Then what’s the other stuff?” Colt demanded.
“Laura is helping organize the charity yard sale for the elementary school. I asked if she had any women’s clothes in teeny-tiny sizes.” Joni grinned. “Someone dropped off a bunch of stuff.”
“A lot of the clothes still have the tags on them,” Laura said.
“Wow,” I said, riffling through one bag and pulling out a pair of dark skinny-leg jeans. “This is great. Thanks, Laura.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Let’s separate them out and get the wash going,” Joni suggested.
“Oh, you don’t have to help me with that,” I protested.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Besides, your wrist must be hurting.”
“Sit down and let us do this,” Laura said.
“Look how cute these are!” Joni held up a pair of adorable red wedges I couldn’t wait to wear when my feet healed.
“And that’s my cue,” Colt said. “You guys got this?”
“Yes,” we all chimed together and then laughed.
Colt shook his head and glanced at me. “Do you like steak?” When I nodded he said, “Good. I’m grilling. You guys staying for dinner?”
Joni and Laura both declined and then looked at each other, which made my antenna go up. Colt either didn’t notice or pretended not to as he ducked out of the living room, leaving us to gab and examine the clothes.
The girls separated the garments into piles and Joni took the pajama load to the washing machine in the basement.
“So,” I began.
“We only slept together once. Long time ago,” Laura said as she cut off a tag on a gray V-neck T-shirt.
“Oh, that’s not…”
She threw me a smile. “You had that look.”
“What look?”
“The look like you were dying to know,” she teased. “It meant nothing, okay?”
“Doesn’t bother me if it did,” I countered.
Damn dirty liar.
Why did Colt let me think he and Laura had been a recent thing?