Page 59 of Whiskey Chase
People were looking at us. Downtown on a Wednesday during tourism season, Bootleg was packed.
“Tell me more about these orgasms,” she said, passing the coffee back to me.
“You know how we read that book where the girl had like thirty orgasms in the span of ten pages?”
Cassidy nodded, a faraway look in her eye. “Yeah, I seem to recall that fictional freak of nature.”
“Sex with Devlin is like that.”
“You had thirty orgasms?” Cassidy lost her deputy cool and screeched this to the entire block.
I clamped a hand over her mouth. “Will you shut your face? I don’t want the entire female population of Bootleg Springs to go knocking on Dev’s door asking for handouts!”
“Holy shit, Scar. No wonder I haven’t seen you and, when I do, you’re walkin’ funny.”
I dragged her down Bathtub Gin Alley past the natural soaps and lotions store and the Build a Shine—the Bootleg answer to Build-A-Bear for moonshine drinkers.
“Multiple orgasms are a thing, Cass. A beautiful, beautiful thing.” I felt exactly like I did the time I’d told my six-year-old best friend that Santa wasn’t real. I was unveiling a truth of the universe.
“I think I need to sit down,” Cassidy said, sinking onto the stoop in front of The Brunch Club, a popular hideaway for tourists who loved their brunch with strong cocktails. Patrons had to use a secret password to gain entrance.
“Cass, do you know what this means?” I asked, hunkering down next to her and patting her arm.
“That we’ve been having sex with the wrong men,” she moaned.
“Exactly.”
“Well, where do I find me a Devlin?”
I wanted to say it. I wanted to shove her into Bowie’s waiting arms, but family loyalty came first always and forever with the Bodines. Bowie had to be the one to make the move. And at the rate they were going, one of them would be dead before he did.
“We’ll find you one. Heck, I found mine next door.”
22
Devlin
Scarlett’s text told me to meet her in the backyard. What she was doing in my backyard without coming into the house was beyond me, but I was beginning to realize most things about Scarlett were beyond me and that it was worth it to just go along for the ride.
Scarlett: Bring your bathing suit.
I texted her back on my way out the door.
Devlin: When you said less clothing I assumed you meant naked.
A shrill whistle brought my attention to the water. Scarlett was lounging in a kayak at the end of Gran’s dock. Another kayak was tied on to hers. “Y’all can get naked if you want, but you might startle the tourists,” she called.
I walked down the dock to her. She was wearing a red and white checked bikini, sunglasses, and her cowgirl hat. I stopped and pulled out my phone to snap a picture.
“What are you doing?” she laughed.
I snapped the picture and tucked my phone back in my pocket. I had a feeling I was going to want to remember this day.
“I believe the question should be, what are you doing?”
“I was already interrogated by the police today. Don’t you try and put me on the witness stand,” she teased. I knelt down on the end of the dock and gave her a kiss.
“Are you ready for our kayak picnic?”
