Page 41 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“It was hard to hear anything on the recording,” Calliope added, “but were you calling our brother abeefcake?”
That word.
“I might have used that term,” Libby answered as a fresh wave of mortification hit.
“And you aren’t trollied?” Callista chimed.
“Trollied?” Libby repeated.
“It means drunk, plum,” Raz answered with a tinge of amusement in his tone.
She gasped. “No, I wasn’t trollied! That was a bit of rage yoga gone awry.”
“And by the way,” Calliope added, “that rainbow vibrator is phenomenal. In like ten seconds, my eyeballs are rolling back in my head.”
The car came to a screeching halt at the entrance to the ritzy Crystal Hills neighborhood. In the heart of the city close to the Crystal Creek shopping district, its multimillion-dollar homes belonged to Denver’s rich and famous crowd. Penny and Rowen’s mansion was here, and Charlotte and Mitch were close by in Crystal Acres.
“Stop!” Raz cried. “I don’t want to hear another word about sex toys.”
“Such a prude,” Callista teased.
Libby sat back and took in the show.
“All kidding aside, are you and Libby okay, Raz-a-ma-taz?” Calliope pressed, concern laced into the question.
Raz sighed and eased onto the gas as they continued into the neighborhood. “Don’t call me that, Calliope.”
“You didn’t mind when we were little,” she shot back.
“Well, you’re not little. And Libby and I are fine.”
“Back to Libby,” Callista chimed.
Libby braced herself.
OMG, these girls didn’t slow down!
“Was that vibrator episode planned because you looked ready to tear my brother apart? Are you really his spiritual advisor and Sebastian’s nanny like that prat Briggs says?”
Libby’s mouth opened and closed like a confused flounder. What was she supposed to say? She couldn’t tell them their brother had wrecked her life, banished her orgasm, and set in motion the events that changed everything.
“It’s a long story, but yes, I was hired to do both jobs,” she answered, settling for vague yet polite.
For a second, then two, neither twin spoke.
Were they in the clear? She caught Raz’s eye, knowing he was wondering the same thing.
“Another quick question,” Callista mused.
“Yes?” Libby answered.
“Are you doing each other?” Callista continued with a cheeky lilt to the question. “Because if you’re not, maybe you should. Calliope and I could feel the heat between you two coming right off the computer screen. What a bloody scorcher!”
“Callista!” Raz exclaimed. “I’m ending this call. Be good, girls. I love you both.”
“Before you go, Raz-a-ma-taz, Granny Fin is—” Calliope began, but Raz wasn’t having it.
“Goodbye,” he growled like an exhausted bear, then pushed the button to end the call.
