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“OMG! Yes, okay, yes! I have seen a penis. Shut up about it, and let me eat in peace,” she rolled her eyes.

Lord save her from teenagers who knew more about sex than she did. Maggie got up to grab some seltzer and lemon slices. She was parched after all that ridiculous crying. But after her chat with Rafe Maccon, who’d assured her he was going to look into it, she felt slightly better.

“I only meant that you deserve a night out, Mags,” Joelle said with her mouth full, “And you are kinda old to be a virgin, even if you promised yourself to have sex by the time you turned thirty. Which is in a few weeks, right?” she added helpfully.

“I should never have had that conversation with you,” Maggie shook her head.

“Awe, don’t say that. I mean, I’m not making fun. Just looking out for you,” Joelle said.

“I know Jo-Jo. You are the best sister I could ask for, you know that?”

“Yeah, well, I am still sorry about today.”

“No worries at all. Now, no more talk about my sex life-”

“You’d need to have sex to have a sex life. What? I am just sayin’,” she ducked her head, and ignored Maggie’s grumbles.

It wasn’t like being a virgin was her fault. Blabbing to her sister wasn’t the most responsible thing to do but, she couldn’t help it. Really, she couldn’t. See, Maggie was the kind of girl who when she drank too much became a confessor of all sins, real and imagined.

One of her father’s past hotel guests had a little tradition of sending a bottle of coquito during the holidays, and this year Maggie had been the recipient. After the two sisters had Christmas dinner and exchanged small gifts, she’d taken a sip or twenty of the white stuff.

Okay, in all honesty, she’d wound up guzzling most of the delicious coconut and spiced rum concoction. In Joelle’s company, of course. They were all each other had. Especially after Susan O’Doyle refused to acknowledge Joelle as Maggie’s sister.

That little scene after her father’s death, had caused Maggie to sort of disown her remaining, and oftentimes callous, parent. She was better off without her. Joelle was her family now, and Maggie found herself slipping into the role of big sis with ease.

That Christmas night she’d revealed her deepest, darkest secret to her sibling while the two of them watched old movies munching on popcorn. Twenty-nine-year-old Maggie Flint was still technically a virgin.

“Well, the cat is out of the bag,” Joelle said and pursed her lips, “Aren’t you gonna eat? I used pancetta this time,” she said proudly, nudging a plate of pasta at her sister who was still contemplatively sipping her seltzer.

“Thanks, Jo-Jo,” Maggie had dropped her bag and keys by the door while she got her drink.

She took the proffered plate and scooched next to her little sister on the couch in front of the TV.

“Maybe you should use a dating app or something. Sex can be a great stress reliever.”

“What?”

“That’s what Ms. Johnson from Health class says.”

“OMG, Jo-Jo! No more sex talk while we eat! Please and thank you,” she growled again.

Chapter Four

Hanging around Werewolves was making her way too comfortable with animalistic noises. Maggie would have to be vigilant about that in case she wound up insulting some Shifter or other.

“Okay, fine,” Joelle huffed, “no more sex talk.”

The two females continued watching the old sitcom Joelle had on the TV. Soon the two of them were giggling while they ate and commenting on the show rather than the state of Maggie’s non-existent sex life.

Thank goodness.

Life had been serving the Flint girls lemons for almost a year now, but they still had each other. That was one constant.

Shit, she thought as the credits began to roll. Maggie knew the time had come. She had to tell Joelle what happened, though.

That was a rule they’d made a year ago when she’d first walked into the teenager’s room and explained what was going to happen to her. It was then she’d made the promise to always be honest.

True, Maggie had not seen much of Joelle before then. The girl was fair like her mother had been, with freckles and red hair that made her the prettiest thing Maggie had ever seen.

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