Page 77 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
Like I said, I don’t blush. But damn if it didn’t get ten degrees warmer in here all of a sudden.
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“You guys good to drive?”Holt holds Rose by the shoulders and looks into her eyes. “How much did you drink?”
Rose shakes him off. “Chill,Dad. I only had one beer. And lots of Chinese food.”
“Yes, well, you can’t be too careful.”
Flynn breaks them apart, leaning down to kiss Rose’s cheek. “You coming to visit us down in Clear Lake soon?”
Rose nods. “I’ll be down. But I’ll stay with Trish.”
Jackie frowns. “Why? We just put in a hot tub and—”
“Yeah, no. You guys fuck like rabbits. I’m not getting in that thing.”
“Rose, language.” Holt’s tone reminds me a lot of the general.
I shake my head at him. “Holt, give it up. She’s a grown-ass woman. She can say fuck and actually fuck if she wants to.”
“Nope.” Flynn straightens, putting his hands over his ears. “Lalalala.” He walks backwards toward his vintage Mustang in the drive. “I’m out.”
Laughing, Jackie follows him. “You know, to be fair, Rose has to hear a lot aboutyou…”
Their conversation drifts off, and then the Mustang roars to life, drowning everything out until their taillights fade down the road.
“Okay,” Rose says, making a move to her car. “We better hit the road.”
I look at Trish. “You’re going to the city with Rose?”
“Yeah, I took some vacation time.” She shrugs her slim shoulders. “Thought I’d spend it in the city.”
“Sure, vacation.” Rose nudges her. “We all know you’re hiding out from—”
Trish’s elbow flashes out.
“Fuck!” Rose rubs her boob, glaring at Trish. A boob that Trish just tit punched. “What the hell?”
Holt sighs over her language. Trish just shrugs her slim shoulders and checks her nails.
“I think I love you,” I tell Trish, who smiles like a queen at high tea before mincing over to Rose’s sports car in her heels.
Rose, hand still on her boob, gives Holt a kiss on the cheek.
“Drive safe.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rose sets off after Trish, mumbling, “Freaky little midget.”
Laughing, I stand by the porch and watch the two drive away. Trish does a little finger wave as they pass.
And then it’s just us. No people, no sounds.
The silence stretches just a tad longer than comfortable.
“So…” Holt rocks back on his heels.
“That was a fun dinner.” God, that was lame.
