Page 58 of Soaring and Saucy

Lila, do you have a minute?

What’s up, Steffi?

I need help moving and wanted to see if you and Natalie could come for a little bit – plus we can say goodbye.

First off, we aren’t saying BYE… ever. You are stuck with my hormonal text messages and random outbursts because that is what sisterly love is like.

Secondly, I’m on my way. Let me go tell the boss that my period cramps are too much, watch him freak out, and then I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Don’t get fired.

LOL – puh-lease. I dare him to fire me.

See ya soon!

I texted Natalie, but she didn’t answer. Is she with a customer?

GIRLLLL – no. She ditched me for a dude. Can you believe the nerve?

We’ve gotta find you one.

Uh, hard no.

People change, things change.

Again, hard pass. I probably need to talk to someone first – like serious therapy or something. Maybe I should try finding a few brain cells, God, and Alcoholics Anonymous, so I can handle this train wreck of my life.

Want someone to talk to?

Who?

Maybe a pastor?

Sure. Hook me up with the number to a pastor – and I promise not to ruin the man. I’ll text him a few things, scare him half to death, and then he can chase me across the country with Holy water.

Har. Har. See you in ten?

Giving up so soon?

And yes – I’m on my way.

“Lance?” Stephanie said simply, looking up as her husband yanked up his T-shirt to wipe his face, revealing a stomach that should be in underwear ads. Calvin Klein, eat your heart out, she thought, sighing happily.

“What’s that look for?” he chuckled.

“What’s Pasteur’s cell phone number?”

“WHHHHY?” he drawled hotly – and Stephanie laughed. It was adorable how possessive and protective he was of her – and a jealous streak was a whole new thrill to explore and enjoy.

“Lila is on her way…”

“Nope,” Lance blurted out, picking up a box.

“She needs someone to talk to.”

“She needs an exorcism. That woman is…”

“Is my friend,” Stephanie interrupted firmly. “And Pasteur married us. He’s a pastor, right? RIGHT?” she growled and heard Lance’s sigh as he put down the box on the truck, turning to look at her with a flat expression.

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