Page 95 of Burn Bag

“Well, stick around. We’ll give you pointers. Do you want to come in?”

“Uh…sure.”

I kicked off my shoes as I entered, glancing around the house. It was beautiful, but filled with every kind of toy imaginable. These kids were spoiled rotten.

“You have two kids?”

“Technically one. We’re in the process of adopting Edu’s younger sister. He just found out about her, but she’s so precious.”

“How old is she?”

“Ten. She’s still shy. She doesn’t come out of her room very often, but I think this could really help her. My daughter isn’t old enough to really play gently with cats, but I’m sure I could convince Edu that having more than one is a good idea.”

“And one for you,” I teased.

“Exactly. So, how do you like it here?”

“Well, I don’t really know a lot of people yet. I’m sure you know that Bradley and I didn’t exactly know each other when we got married,” I blushed.

“Know each other? I heard you were strangers,” she laughed.

“Yeah. It was…odd.”

“Girl, I’m not judging. I fantasized about my husband in the grocery checkout lane until Fox convinced my grandma that we were engaged.” At my confused look, she nodded. “Yep, not the ideal way to meet or get engaged. Frankly, we’re pretty similar.”

“Well, at least you knew him. I literally met Bradley at the altar.”

“Yeah, but he’s not exactly bad to look at.”

“None of them are. Do you know, I haven’t seen like one ugly or even average man around here? How is that possible? Are they genetically grown to work here?”

She snorted in amusement as the little kitten played with her finger. “You would think so. I don’t know, something about these men makes it impossible not to jump into bed with them.”

I remembered last night how Bradley had twisted my body in knots in the tub and then promptly walked away. Just like on the counter. It was disappointing, to say the least. I wanted all of him.

“Uh-oh. Trouble in paradise?” she asked.

“Well, no, not exactly. It’s just…we haven’t exactly consummated the marriage.”

Her jaw dropped as she stared at me in awe. “What are you waiting for?”

“It’s not me. Well, it’s partially me. My cats sort of attacked him and?—”

“Right, I heard about this,” she winced. “Poor guy. How’s the recovery going?”

“I thought he was doing better. I mean, he definitely got off last night, but…” I glanced around, belatedly thinking I should check for little ears before having this conversation. “He got me off, and he got himself off, but then he walked away. It’s like he’s not interested.”

“In sex?” she shrieked.

“Well, at first, I was thinking it was because of the cat scratch. Maybe it’s uncomfortable. But then he jerked himself off while he was getting me off.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to initiate.”

I shook my head. “He didn’t even come to bed last night. I think…” Ibit my lip, wondering how much I should tell her. It was probably wrong, but I needed a girlfriend to talk to. “I think he’s…small.”

“Small?”

“You know…down there.”

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