Page 133 of Bountiful
“Give or take. I’ll put it on the market in thespring.”
“So…” She cleared her throat. “You don’t even need to work,doyou?”
“No. But I’ll want to eventually.” My phone buzzed in mypocket.
It was a text from Bess.Okay. I’m over my shock. Igetit.
Good to know, I wrote back.I feel good about this. I’mpumped.
You should be. Now you can come workforme.
Sayagain?
Work. For. Me. How is that hard to understand? You can scout hockey players and lure them into myclutches.
Zara and I both laughedoutloud.
We would kill each other, I pointed out.Also, I can’t do contracts. They make my eyesglazeover.
Nobody is letting you near a legal document, my sister wrote back.I’m the brains of this operation.You’ll be thebrawn.
My head spun.Can we talk about this later? Like, a year or two from now? Don’t try to planmylife.
But it’s whatIdo!
I put the phone away. “Is it too early for acelebratorybeer?”
“Never.” She spun around and kissed me. Then she kissed me again, all heat and tongue andambition.
I groaned my approval. “Stop, or I’ll get carried away and then arrested for publicindecency.”
Zara sat back on her heels and laughed. “Maybe it’s time to get out ofthesun?”
I glanced at the sleeping baby. “Will she stay asleep if I carry her back totheroom?”
“You can try,”Zarasaid.
I gathered my sleeping child up and kissed her wispy hair. “Come on, angel. Let’sgohome.”
And I realizedhomehad a different meaning for me than it used to. It meant wherever mygirlswere.
I liked the sound of that. Ireallydid.
