Bo glanced about the dairy aisle at Safeway to make sure no one could overhear them before she set the milk in the cart. “They make those?”
“Apparently, and in case you ever need one, there are three different kinds available at Bartell drugstore. The duo, the magnum, and the intense pleasure. The duo has two pleasure buttons, one onm ottons, each side. The magnum is self-explanatory, and the intense pleasure vibrates faster for—you know, intense pleasure.”
“You read each package?”
“It’s my job.” Although, really, she’d read out of curiosity more than anything else. It wasn’t like she was a vibrating ring expert.
“Have you ever…” Bo lowered her voice and glanced around one more time. “…used one?”
“No.” But if she ever got a boyfriend she might. Buying those condoms today reminded her that it had been seven months since her last relationship.
And because Bo was as nosy as her twin, she asked, “Which did you buy Mark?”
“He made me buy the magnum because he was concerned about cutting off his circulation.”
Bo’s brows rose up her forehead. “Magnum? That’s scary.”
Chelsea pushed the cart farther down the produce case. “You’ve seen one?”
“Not in person.” Bo shook her head. “Just in the porn movies David used to watch,” she said, referring to a past boyfriend. “Do you think he’s really a magnum or he just wanted to shock you?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to think about it. It’s too disturbing.”
“That’s true,” her sister agreed. “You have to work for him tomorrow, and that’s the last thing you want to be thinking about when you walk into his house.” They moved a few more feet down the dairy aisle, and Bo glanced at her list. “I know Mark isn’t really mobile, but making you buy him condoms and stuff was really uncalled for.”
“I thought so, but I’ve had to do worse.”
Bo put her hand on the cart and stopped it next to the butter. Concern etched her brow. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what?”
“Well, taking back designer dresses to places like Saks with big armpit stains was always embarrassing. Picking up prescriptions for various sexually transmitted diseases was mortifying, and breaking up with someone else’s girlfriend or boyfriend was sad.”
“Oh.” Bo sighed and reached for some cottage cheese.
Her sister looked so relived, Chelsea had to ask, “What did you think I was going to say was worse? That I was working for a madam in the Hollywood Hills?”
“No.” They continued beneath the fluorescent lights of the Safeway. “I just hoped that you never had to do anything illegal.”
There was illegal. Then there was illegal. She’d mostly just committed your ordinary illegal stuff. Run a red light. Drove too fast. Hopped aboard the ganja train at a few parties in the past. “Do we need some butter?” she asked, purposely changing the subject before her sister could ask any specific questions.
Bo shook her head and checked milk and cottage cheese off her list. “Jules never came back after lunch.”
“Hmm.” Chelsea picked up several containers of fat-free cherry yogurt.
“Did he go to the Spitfire with you?”
“No.” She dumped the yogurt into the cart. “Do you want string cheese? We used to love string cheese.”
“I don’t want any.” Bo moved to the eggs. “What do you think of Jules?”
“I think he works hard to look good.” She grabbed some key lime yogurt too. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“Except he’s full of himself.”
Chelsea hadn’t gotten that impression. “If you work hard on your body, you kind of have the right to brag about it. If I worked out, I’d brag. But I don’t, because I hate pain.”
“He’s rude too.” Bo opened the egg carton and checked for breakage. “And obnoxious.”
A harried mother with three kids hanging out of her cart wheeled past, and Chelsea looked at her sister. “I didn’t think so. Maybe he’s a little cynical.”