Page 62 of High Note

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I read about that up at the lodge! I want to do that so bad.”

“So, come on up. Kirsten has my number. We’ll go. No big.”

“Oh, wow. Thank you.”

“Okay, guys! The puppy auntie is here with whipped cream.” Kirsten came back with pup cups, handing them out to her and Lars and Kiley. “Am I the best, or what?”

“Cat woman,” Lars teased.

Kirsten stuck out her tongue, waggling that tongue stud. Skyla’s clit actually throbbed.

Snorting, Kiley whacked Lars. “Ah, new love.”

“Right? I mean, damn.” Lars smacked her lips, then yelped as Goober tried to eat the paper cup as well as the whipped cream. “No, you greedy gut.”

They all cracked up, and Skyla realized she wasn’t paying attention to the crowd, to the other people. She was just being friendly, having fun, and enjoying her girlfriend. If some asshole was taking videos or pictures? So be it. She lived a public life.

But itwasher life.

Kirsten grinned at her, fingers tangling with hers for a moment.

“Kirsten, call me when your girl wants to go sledding. I need to head on.” Lars stood, nodding. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too!” Skyla liked her a lot already.

“You survived your first meeting with Lars!” Kiley cracked up. “Congrats! You get a gold star.”

“Yeah? Is she evil?” She didn’t believe it.

“Nah. But she is a force of nature.”

Kirsten snorted. “She gives Liz a run for her money.”

“Liz is?”

“Lupe’s wife. The tall one that runs the M&M.”

“Right.” She vaguely remembered that. So many people in such a short time. Skyla was used to that; what she wasn’t used to was having to remember them all.

“You’ll get used to it. There’s a lot, huh?” Kirsten hummed over her…

“Is that an apple fritter?”

“Yeah. You want half for half your bear claw?”

“Yep.” Skyla grabbed her fork and cut her pastry in half. It was always good to share.

She thought about that. Unless it was her girl. She wasn’t sharing that.

Chapter Eighteen

“God, Chey. This pie is delicious. Seriously.” Kirsten leaned back in the chair, feeling like a python that had swallowed a giraffe. “I don’t know what you do to those apples, butdamn.”

“It’s magic.” Chey smiled, the scar carved in her face pulling to make the expression crookedy. It was charming as fuck.

“It sure is.” Skyla patted her belly. “I might explode. So yummy.”

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