Page 49 of His Wild Attraction

I couldn’t help it. Maybe it was all the romance books I read.

“Just good?” Meredith teased.

“It’s fine. I mean, you guys know why we married?—”

“Don’t even try it. I’ve seen the looks he gives you,” Destiny said, pursing her lips.

“Don’t forget salt,” I told her, watching as she added water and flour to her mixture.

“Right. Salt.”

The women all checked their measurements and added salt to their dough.

“Have you heard from your ex?” Meredith asked, and I nodded.

“Andres is handling most of it, but we have a meeting with the lawyers soon,” I said, dreading the confrontation.

Someone sent an anonymous print of the announcement for Gary’s wedding to his ex-secretary to St. Elizabeth’s, and it was forwarded to my new address.

I was surprised, but really, I felt nothing at all when I looked at the black-and-white image of him and his new wife.

Well, almost nothing. I felt pity for the woman, and I could only hope she didn’t suffer what he’d put me through.

“Oh wow, you must be nervous,” Sofia said, biting her bottom lip.

“A little bit,” I lied.

I was a lot nervous.

“We’re here for you, you know,” Meredith said, bumping my shoulder, and I nodded.

“I know you are. Thanks.”

It was true. These women had been there for me since day one. I didn’t really have experience with girlfriends, but I valued them.

“I mean that. I appreciate you all. You’ve been so wonderful to me and Sammy. And I mean, of course, I’m including Andres with that. He’s done so much for us, and I really have no idea why, or how to repay him,” I said, knowing I was rambling.

“Uh, I have some ideas on how you can repay him, and they all involve a little bowchickawowow, and maybe spending a little time on your knees,” Destiny said, raising her hand and swinging her hips in time with her bad singing.

The other ladies snorted and giggled and me, well, I blushed.

“Oh, I see you need no help in that department. Right on, girlfriend,” she added with a nod.

“Can I tell you guys something? Or rather, can I ask you something personal?”

“You want tips on giving your husband a killer blow job? Cause I got tips,” Destiny said.

“You only suck on the tip? I thought you were a deep throat kinda gal,” Sofia replied.

“Oh my God, shut up,” Destiny said, and I snorted.

“NO. I don’t need tips. Well, not yet. Anyway, I mean, I don’t know,” I mumbled, knowing if I didn’t say it fast, I ever would.

“Oh my God, spit it out,” Destiny said.

“You don’t swallow?” again from Sofia.

We were all giggling after that.

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