Page 79 of Revelry
My cheeks flushed hot. “No.” Damn she was too good at reading me.
“That was almost as convincing as the time Mama lined us up after a night of underage drinking and asked if it was you that vomited in her herb garden.”
I snorted at the reminder, a slight pinch in my chest at the memory of Sherry.
“She whooped us good that day.”
“She sure did. Made you ride up and down the pasture looking for cracks in the fence until you were vomiting over the side of Pickles.”
I stood up, rolling my shoulders and listening to them crack. “I still don’t think that horse has forgiven me.”
Kat stood in front of me, flexing her arms. “Pickles never forgets, she’s like an elephant. I’m already aware that you were out at Tony’s with a certain dark-haired, chaps-wearing, local farrier.”
I knew Tilly would gossip. “Damn small towns.”
“Mm-hmm. So spill.”
I stared up at her blue eyes, her blonde hair in a long braid over her shoulder. “I may have crossed a line with Tate,” I mumbled.
Kat shrieked. “You had sex, didn’t you!”
I shushed her, glancing over to the stables where August was ushering in some children from a local foundation. She frowned at us and I slapped Kat on the arm.
“You are the least discreet person ever!” I scolded.
“I’m sorry, I’m just excited.”
“Well for your information we didn’t.”
Kat pouted. “Oh. Boo.”
“Yeah, boo. I mean, no boo! Well…” I trailed off, running my hand over the bristles on the brush I was holding. The smell of leather and saddle soap in the air. “We did other things.”
“Hand things or mouth things?” Kat bounced eagerly on her feet.
I rolled my eyes. “Mouth things.”
“Good mouth things?”
“Yes, good mouth things. Veryverygood mouth things.”
“Did you both get mouth things or just one of you got mouth things?”
“Oh for god’s sake, he ate me out!” I shouted and then darted a glance over to August who shook her head at us reproachfully as she steered the last child into the stables.
I mouthedsorry.
“Girl.” Kat swatted my arm. “Where?”
“On a pool table.”
“Seriously? At the bar?” She shot me a reproachful stare. “Gertrude.”
The reproach bothered me for two reasons.
One, I knew she’d done mouth things with Jack in that same bar, so she had no right.
Two, there was only one person who I liked full-naming me, and the knowledge of that unsettled me greatly.
