“Us ladies have to stick together,” Noelle says.
“Burgers are ready!” Brad shouts.
“Why don’t y’all head over to the dining table? We’ll bring your burgers over there.”
“Perfect,” Cara says.
Cara and I both give each other a knowing look as we walk over to the table as Brad and Noelle focus on the grill.
Noelle is afraid of Ms. Miller, and we need to find out why.
NINE
Grant
“Let’sgo over the game plan one last time,” Cara says.
She’s standing in the kitchen looking at the apple crumble pie she’s baked for the party. One for Ms. Miller and the other for guests.
“Yes, boss.”
Cara looks over her shoulder and gives me a pointed stare. I can’t help but chuckle as I walk around the island to where she is.
She’s been every bit the serious woman I had gotten to know during our run-ins. It doesn’t help that I can’t be in her proximity without my cock reacting.
“I’m serious.”
“I know, but we have the plan down.”
“Okay, so tell me it.”
She stacks the now-covered pies and slips them into the same case we had used earlier in the week. We got to meet the other neighbors surrounding us as planned.
“We’re arriving fifteen minutes late on purpose. We’ll find Brad and Noelle, who will be on time. We’ll put the pie down with the other dishes and then go and find this elusive Ms. Miller.”
Cara nods along as she walks past me and toward the living room. I follow behind, like I’ve been doing a lot lately.
“After meeting Ms. Miller, we’ll say hello to the neighbors we’ve met who are also coming. Meet a few new faces, and then I’ll corner Brad.”
“We need to get into that casino.”
“As friendlies.”
“Right.”
Cara sets down the pie bag on the entryway table and looks around the room. She swishes her shoulders excitedly in triumph for spotting her wedges.
Picking them up, she sits down on the couch and starts to put them on.
“It was a good catch during our surveillance.”
“An easy spot. You probably would have too.”
“True…”
Cara peers over her shoulder and smiles.
“Eventually,” she teases.