Page 79 of The Last Second Chance
“That works for me, Sheri. I’ll put it on the calendar and email you closer to the date,” she said before ending the call.
Joey debated sitting there and pretending she was still on the phone until the girls got bored and went away. But no one would believe that she would willingly stay on the phone for longer than five minutes at a time.
With a sigh, she hung up.
They burst through the door in a bubble of energy.
Summer flopped down in a chair while Gia made a beeline for the coffee.
“Okay, tell us everything,” Summer demanded.
“Well, the feed price went up ten percent, but I was able to talk Chuck down to five—”
“Look who has a sense of humor when she gets laid,” Gia teased.
“Don’t you two have a magazine to run or something?”
“All business is officially on hold until you spill,” Summer said, tilting her head.
“Yeah, we could keep you in here for days so you might as well start talking,” Gia said airily.
“Jax and I had sex. What more is there to say about it?”
“It must have been really disappointing otherwise she’d want to share at least an orgasm count,” Gia speculated.
“I think you’re right. It was probably awful and they’re never going to do it again,” Summer agreed.
“So did his genitalia shrink since high school or did you just forget how Tab A fits into Slot B?” Gia asked.
“There’s something incredibly wrong with you two,” Joey said, shaking her head. “It wasn’t awful. It was great. Really great. So great it hurts to sit on a horse today.”
Gia squealed.
“I’m just going to start holding up fingers and you tell me when to stop when I hit the correct number of orgasms,” Summer told Joey.
“Okay, so what does this all mean? Are you together? Was it just a one-time thing?” Gia demanded.
Joey was momentarily grateful that Jax had forced her to put a label on it. “It means we are casually seeing each other. Keywordcasuallyso don’t either of you get any bridal magazine ideas.”
Gia clapped her hands together. “I’m so happy for you two! It’s like Christmas all over again.”
“Yeah, if Santa doled out orgasms,” Summer cracked. “Which, by the way, did you forget we’re playing how many O faces?” She wiggled her fingers.
Joey kicked back in her chair. “I didn’t forget. You just didn’t hit the magic number yet.”
They whistled their approval.
“Those Pierces know how to deliver,” Summer said proudly. “So how do you feel?”
Sore. Happy. Satisfied. Scared shitless. Guilty.The list went on and on. “Fine.”
Gia rolled her eyes. “Fine? That’s the answer Evan gives me when I ask him about his day at school and he got detention for a food fight and an incomplete because Diesel ate his Civil War diorama.”
“Oddly specific,” Joey commented. She looked through the dusty glass to make sure Jax wasn’t lurking. “Is it normal to feel a little conflicted? Maybe a lot conflicted?” She let her breath out in a whoosh.
Gia and Summer exchanged a glance and remained eerily quiet.
“I’m just…confused? I guess?” Joey frowned. “I told him in no uncertain terms that I’m not looking for a relationship. I even made sure to tell him before we had sex.”
