Page 46 of A Vine Mess
From the background, I heard Owen say, “Men don’t PMS, Whiskey.”
“The fuck they don’t,” she said to her boyfriend. “You’re a moody bastard atleastone week a month.”
He rumbled something in response, too low for us to hear, and whatever it was had Delia tipping her head back and cackling maniacally.
“It’s honestly a wonder I put up with you,” Owen groused.
“You love me,” Delia told him, then returned her attention to us.
God, I wanted what they had—what all of my sisters had. The easy camaraderie. The support, the safety they’d found in the arms of their one true love. Building a home and a life together. Eventually welcoming children into the world.
“The point,” I said, “is after Sioux Falls…things changed, and he was back to normal. Well, not normal, because nothing about that man is normal, but…”
“You are down so bad,” Chloe giggled.
I didn’t even try to deny it, found myself instead saying, “His body is…unreal.”
“Reeeeeeeallly?” Delia drawled.
Amara merely shrugged. “Makes sense, actually. He spends all of his free time outside working.”
“And he’s got big hands,” Brie supplied.
“Huge,” I agreed absently, though my mind was lingering on an entirely different appendage.
“Oh shit,” Delia said, eyes widening. “You’ve seen his cock.”
“Whiskey!” Owen shouted. “Fucking hell, woman.”
“You don’t have to be here for this,” she told him, dropping the phone so we were treated to a lovely view of her bedroom ceiling. In the background, there was some rustling, Delia makingshooing noises, and Owen’s heavy footfalls as he left the room. Delia picked the phone back up and said, “I sent him out to my office so he won’t bother us until I tell him he can come back. Now where were we?”
“Ella saw Liam’s cock,” Amara said with a wicked grin.
“I have not!” I shrieked. “Well, not exactly.”
My sisters erupted, each of them trying to speak over the other. At last, Chloe calmed everyone enough for me to hear her say, “Explain, El.”
“We went swimming today,” I started, hitching a shoulder up in a half shrug. “I saw some things when his trunks got wet.”
“Please tell me he wears those short shorts,” Delia breathed. “I’m begging you.”
I giggled, but nodded. “Short shorts and tattoos onboththighs.”
“Fucking hell,” she said. “You found a unicorn. If you don’t fuck that man, I’ll never forgive you.”
I sighed, the lightness of the conversation leaving me in an instant. “I don’t think Liam is the kind of guy you just…fuck.”
“And why the hell not?” Delia protested.
“No, she’s right,” Amara said. “Liam is the kind of guy you lock down.”
“And he told me he likes me. That he’s been into me foryears.”
The silence was so complete, I could’ve heard a pin drop from halfway across the world.
Then they erupted, yet again speaking and screeching and shouting over each other. As usual, it was pure chaos, and made me grin so widely my cheeks hurt.
I loved being around Liam—truly. Not only was he eye candy, but he was just such a good dude that it was impossible not to be happy in his presence.
