Page 56 of Bourbon Bliss
“The fact that he mentioned her attractiveness isn’t why I’m upset,” I said. “He trusts her to handle things like his finances and he’ll sign documents she puts in front of him without reading them. But she can’t remember to make sure his rabbit has water.”
“Could be an honest mistake,” Leah Mae said.
“Leah Mae Larkin-someday-Bodine, you arenotdefending her,” Scarlett said.
“No, Scarlett Bodine-someday-McAllister, I’m not defending her. I’m just pointing out that June might have jumped to a conclusion.”
“I agree with Leah Mae on this one,” Cassidy said and held up a hand when Scarlett glared at her. “Don’t freak out, Scar, I just mean June doesn’t have a lot of evidence to back up her concerns. One mistake doesn’t mean she’s inept as an assistant.”
“He still shouldn’t have called her pretty,” Scarlett said. “And I don’t mean that because a guy can’tthinkanother woman is pretty. He can, he just needs to keep it to himself. Hisvery newgirlfriend doesn’t need to hear it. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Agreed,” Cassidy and Leah Mae both said through mouthfuls of baked goods.
“Look, Juney, it sounds like y’all just had a spat,” Cassidy said. “A little argument. Are you worried you can’t get past it?”
I looked at my half-finished bowl of ice cream, considering her question. “That’s part of my current state of distress, yes. Did I ruin things by walking away so abruptly?”
“Of course not,” Cassidy said. “Why don’t you just go see him and talk about it?”
“No, she should wait for him to come to her,” Scarlett said. “Make him work for it.”
“If you want to make up with George, bring him food,” Leah Mae said, holding up a lemon square.
“You’re just saying that because you’re dating the second biggest sugar whore in town,” Scarlett said. “I bet you could get Jameson to do anything by offering him cake.”
“That’s one way,” Leah Mae said and licked her fingers.
“That is the upside to arguing,” Scarlett said. “Making up.”
“Oh yes.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
I glanced between the three of them. “You’re talking about intercourse, aren’t you?”
“Oh my god, Juney, stop calling itintercourse,” Scarlett said. “Especially if you’re having it.”
My body tensed at the topic. They talked about their sexual relationships all the time.Girl talk, they called it. And I didn’t mind, as long as it didn’t involve me. I didn’t want to talk about me and sex. It wasn’t something I wanted to face yet. “We’re not having intercour—I mean, we’re not having sex.”
“That’s fine, no one’s saying you should be,” Cassidy said, her voice soothing. “It’s up to you to decide when the time is right. But make-up sex is a beautiful thing.”
“A beautiful, beautiful thing,” Leah Mae agreed.
Scarlett nodded. “Lord, yes. Sometimes I pick a fight with Dev just so he’ll blow my mind after we make up.”
“Scarlett Rose, you are evil,” Cassidy said.
“Just remember,” Scarlett said, pointing a chunk of cinnamon roll at her. “I’m the one who told you multiple orgasms were a real thing.”
“That they are,” Leah Mae said. “And Bodine men are experts at giving ’em out.”
Cassidy high-fived her. “Yes, girl.”
“I know how to solve my problem,” I said, letting my spoon clatter into my bowl.
“Good,” Cassidy said. “The ice cream helped, didn’t it?”
I glanced at my bowl. It had helped a little bit. As had their conversation. Not directly. But somehow the chat with my sister and her friends had helped solidify my thoughts. I knew what I needed to do.
