Page 39 of The Perfect Snipe

“Well?” she leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “Give me the details. Was it good?”

I groan, burying my face in my hands. “It was the best sex I've ever had.”

The admission sends a flush of heat through my body, memories of Leo's hands on me, his tongue, his thick . . .

No. Stop it, Cat. Focus.

“How big is he?” Nora’s eyes sparkle with mischief, and I swear she’s paying me back because I asked her the same thing about Wyatt. She rests her chin on her hands, elbows propped on the table. “Tell me everything.”

I snort, taking a large sip of my water. “Fucking huge. And thick.”

A young waiter approaches our table, his face turning beet red as he catches the tail end of our conversation. He fumbles with his notepad, nearly dropping it. “Can I, uh, get you ladies dessert?”

Nora and I exchange glances, biting our lips to keep from laughing. “Just coffee for me, thanks.”

“Same here,” Nora adds, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

As the waiter scurries away, his ears flaming red, we both lose it. Laughter bubbles up from my chest, and soon we're both gasping for air, tears streaming down our faces.

“Did you see his face? I thought he was going to pass out!”

“I know!” I choke out between laughs. “He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Join the club, kid.”

Once we've calmed down, wiping tears from our eyes, Nora grins, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Soo . . . do you like him?”

I take a deep breath, fiddling with the sugar packets on the table. “Not sure. The sex is great. He’s a beast in bed, though I have to drag it out of him. But, he’s so closed up and proper at other times. And I hate the way he always wants to help too. As if I can’t take care of myself.”

My best friend quirks a brow. “Because having someone want to help is such a bad thing.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Leave it to my best friend to call me out. Thing is, I’ve spent so long doing everything on my own, the idea of someone wanting to help feels foreign. Even when it comes to Nora.

Hate to admit it, but with her there was a comfort knowing she could only do so much because of her situation. Sounds shitty of me, but I liked the fact Nora was only truly able to offer a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. I never had to worry about her making me feel inferior.

Things are different now, and I hated having to sleep on her couch. Hated needing to rely on her for a place to live. But that’s more of a me problem, one I know I need to work on.

But with Leo . . . he’s not family, not my best friend. And he also does things without asking, like assuming I needed assistance because of my height.

I lean back, narrowing my eyes at her. “He got me a motherfucking step stool.”

She bursts out laughing and I just shake my head. I love seeing her this free, and I can’t help but wonder what she would’ve been like back in college if she hadn’t been married to that piece of shit at the time.

“Laugh it up all you want, and I swear I will bitchslap you if I find out you tell your fiancé.”

“Oh, please. You already know how to get back at Wyatt if he even tries it.”

And I do.

The waiter returns with our coffee. While I add two packets of sweetener, Nora prefers hers straight black. Psychopath.

“How’s Rosa doing?” Nora asks, her tone softening.

I blow out a long breath, twirling my mug. “She’s my grandmother, what do you think? She chased out another aide.”

But it’s more than that. Every time my phone rings, it’s like a flood of adrenaline courses through my body, preparing me forthe worst, that it’s the hospital on the line. Even in school, I’m constantly checking the device, making sure I don’t miss a call.

“Maybe we could use Wyatt to butter her up, get her to listen, or even consider assisted living. You know she has a sweet spot for him.” Nora takes a sip of her coffee. “I could even get him to wear those athletic shorts they have. You see how short they are?”

“Oh, my god. Are you seriously pimping out your fiancé?” I bite my bottom lip, momentarily thinking about Leo in those shorts. God, his ass looks amazing in them. Not to mention, they barely hide anything in the front either. A shiver runs down my spine, and I have to cross my legs under the table. “You know . . . maybe you’re onto something. But not just Wyatt. She seems to like Leo and Mykyta as well.”

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