Page 7 of Sassy Love
“Who do I need to bury under one of Harry’s fence posts?” Adds whispers in the other.
The hearty chuckle that rattles my Adam’s apple earns a poky finger into my ribs. “Ugh, I don’t know...”
“Yes, you do. Give it to us,” Ruby demands.
I crack my right eye to meet her brown eyes, the fire lining them currently lit up for me. Luckiest fucking brother-in-law in the world. Brother. We don’t consider these girls in any way removed from our family. They are Rawlinses, through and through.
These are my sisters.
Hell, they fight for our family like they were damn well born into it.
“Laws...” Adds says softly. “We worry about you.”
I crack the other eye, and worried browns find my gaze.
I sit up, brows dropping. “No, Adds.” I’m shaking my head. “Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m the problem.”
She tilts her head. “Wha?—”
The doorbell rings.
“Shoot! What time is it?” Rubes flies up off the sofa.
I glance at the minimalist silver clock I bought with my first apartment. Seven oh five.
I push off the sofa as Rubes checks her phone, madly swiping through her messages as she mutters something under her breath.
I swing the door open.
The smile that splits my face earns the prettiest grin from the woman in the hallway.
“Hello, Gracie.”
Her face scrunches, and she falls into my chest. “Oh, Laws, Imissedyou.”
I splay a hand over her messy bun of light brown hair, hugging her petite frame to my chest. Her protruding belly presses into my stomach, reminding me why she didn’t drive with the girls. My brother’s wife, his baby mama, and fucking salvation.
She pushes from my hold and studies my face.
Her bottom lip worries through her teeth and she shifts on her feet as she rubs a thumb over my brows. “What’s got you all wound up, hey now?”
These fucking women. I swallow past the stone in my throat and make a promise that my next move will be less cowardly than the last.
Chapter 3
CARLIE
“Can you start right away? Lord knows this place could use some help,” Serelle, the founder and head of Serenity House, a women’s shelter, asks. Her smile is genuine.
My need for this job even more so.
“Absolutely. I’m so excited to use my experience and skills to make a difference here.”
“Wonderful! There may be some marketing involved, as well, but I’m sure you can handle it.” She stands. “I’ll give you the grand tour. Is tomorrow good for your onboarding?”
Marketing. I haven’t got the first clue on how to put together a marketing campaign for a business like this one. Do we even call it a business? “Of course.”
Her phone rings, and she hesitates. “Shoot, that’ll be my next interview.”
