Page 130 of Curveball

I’m sitting with all the women as I watch Quincy across the pool where he’s feeding Kaya. He’s such a natural with her.

Kam breaks my thoughts. “Now that we know you’ve been fucking Quincy on the down-low for a decade, how about some details about Mr. Size Sixteen Feet?”

I can’t help but giggle, though Arizona moans in disgust. My eyes move to Blanche with caution.

She scoffs. “Oh please, as if I haven’t been wondering the same thing for over a year.”

Everyone starts laughing. I turn to Arizona. “Sorry, babe.” Turning back to the group, I admit, “He’s…umm…proportionate.Veryproportionate.”

Blanche mumbles, “I knew it.”

Arizona makes a gagging noise. “Ugh. Gross.”

Blanche laughs before turning to Jade and examining the can in her hand. “What are you drinking, dear?”

I look closer at the can. What the hell? It can’t be.

With a straight face, Jade answers, “Pussy Juice. It’s a natural energy drink. Want some, Blanche?” The can actually has the word pussy written on it.

Blanche raises an eyebrow. “Darling, I haven’t sipped from those waters since Kennedy was president. But if you’re offering…”

She now wiggles those eyebrows, and we all burst into laughter. I love Blanche.

Jade shakes her head. “You’re funny, Blanche. You remind me of my new grandmother. Do you know Glinda Windsor?”

Blanche lets out a laugh. “That old coot? I certainly do. She’s a good friend of mine. You must be Amanda’s daughter. Your mother married Beckett recently. Glinda adores your mom.”

Jade nods. “Yep. They’re besties.”

“Glinda is dating that younger man now.” She glances at Quincy and smiles. “She succeeded where I failed. Ripley stole Quincy from me.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want him. He’s all yours, Blanche.”

She pats my hand. “No, sweetie. Trust me, he’s all yours.”

After a fun afternoonof being reunited with our friends, I bathe and feed Kaya. I’m now trying to get her to go to bed. She doesn’t seem to want to cooperate.

Quincy walks in, again in boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination, and grabs her from me. “Go take a shower or a relaxing bath. I’ve got her.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods. “My best girl and I might dance a little.”

I throw my hair up in a messy bun and take a very quick shower just in case I’m needed.

When I get out, I wrap a towel around myself and listen at the door. I hear music and Quincy’s voice.

I’m unable to make out what he’s saying, so I open the door a crack and peek through. I see him dancing with her and talking to her. He’s singing, but it’s not to the words to the song. “You’re a beautiful girl just like your mommy. I need you to be a good girl for me, so I can focus on winning back your mommy. I promise I’m going to try as hard as I can. I love her, and I love you. Neither of you are ever leaving me. We’re going to be a family. I promise.”

My eyes fill with tears. I must sniffle because his head snapsup toward me. He simply smiles and holds out his free arm. “Come dance with us.”

Without any regard for my own emotional well-being, I walk over to them and let him hold me. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this.

I wrap my arms around them both and sink my head into his chest. His scent is as familiar to me as my own. I inhale and then feel every muscle in my body relax.

The three of us sway for at least two songs, but I’m not truly sure how long it goes on. I’m completely lost in this euphoric feeling, never wanting it to end.

As one of the songs ends, I look up at him, and he looks down at me. Without any other words, our lips find the other’s. It’s as if my progress over the past few months hasn’t happened. My mind goes right back to where it’s always been. With Quincy.

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