Page 85 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

Ally had Ren’s ring on her finger.

No one’s apartment had exploded, or business had burned down now for months.

So he figured “Rock-Chick-Eggedon” was not something he truly had to worry about.

Not anymore.

When Daisy explained, she proved him right.

“We got a situation happening between Kitty Sue, Ally and Indy. See, Kitty Sue wants to host Ally’s shower. But Ally doesn’t want a shower. She says Ren’s all set up and he does the cooking and his towels are real nice, so she doesn’t need any shower type stuff. She said he even has a champagne bucket, so, you know, that there’s proof positive the man isset. Ally just wants a bachelorette party. This, I think, is code for her not wantin’ her momma to throw a shower for her that requires attendees to bring lingerie. Ally’s weird about sex like that.”

Marcus ate, listening and smiling.

“Now, at the same time, we got Indy, who is down with letting Kitty Sue have shower duties, but ain’t no way she’s gonna let Kitty Sue horn in on the bachelorette planning action. So she needs Ally to let her mom throw a shower so she can be clear to throw the bachelorette party. ’Cause Kitty Sue decreed she’s throwin’somethin’for her girl. She don’t care what it is. And she’s a momma, so what she says goes.”

“What do you think is going to happen?” he asked while she took a sip of coffee.

Daisy put her cup down. “Ally will cave and let her mom throw the shower, mostly ’cause Ren’s like you. He’s visual as well as tactile in the sex department, so she needs as many sexy nighties and teddies as she can get. That’ll free Indy to do her bachelorette mojo. Then all will be well again in the world of the Rock Chicks.”

“So really, Ally just needs to stop being stubborn.”

“Yeah, so that’s probably gonna take us through about three of Tex’s lattes, ’cause that girl’s got a chokehold on stubborn.”

Marcus chuckled and continued to eat.

It took him a while to realize Daisy didn’t fill the silence.

He turned his attention from his plate to her.

The instant he did, she asked, “What you doin’ today, honey bunches of love?”

He’d wanted to spend it with her. Maybe take her to a movie. Out to lunch. Spend the day in bed like they used to, ordering in food when they needed it, but mostly just feeding off what they already had. Each other.

“I think I’ll go to the club. See if I can find a foursome to play with.”

Her head tipped to the side and so did her pretty hair.

Her eyes also narrowed.

“You like golf, Marcus?” she asked a good question, since he’d taken it up only recently.

And actually, he detested it.

But he liked being outside. It worked muscles in a way he didn’t work them in the gym. It was a personal challenge, attempting to better his game, and Marcus liked challenges. And he didn’t mind strolling the eighteen lanes.

“Of course,” he semi-lied.

Her eyes stayed narrowed.

“Meet you at the club for a late lunch,” he suggested.

“I don’t know…” she started slowly. “I might have plans for lunch.”

“Then we’ll go out somewhere for dinner.”

“That sounds good,” she said, like her thoughts were far away.

“Eat, baby,” he urged. “You don’t want to be late for the Gathering.”

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