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Chapter 13

“You slept with him!” Sam squealed.

“Oh my God, Sam. Be quiet!” Della hissed.

Her friend was such a loudmouth sometimes. She snorted and shook her head, continuing to fold clothes as she did. It was such a relief, having her own washer and dryer now. The way Sean and Janie were constantly dirtying their things, it was like a dream come true.

“Ooh, Michael just texted. He should be back in a bit to take us to the tree lot and drop you off to work, you know, since you left your car there so you could bang your big bad Wolf,” Samantha snarked.

She wiggled her eyebrows up and down and looked at Della expectantly.

“What?”

“Is he big?”

“I’m not discussing this with you?—”

“Come on! If you can’t dick-scuss this with me, who then? See what I did there? Dick-scuss!”

She clutched her stomach and laughed out loud at her own joke, while Della silently prayed for patience.

Della walked through the house, Sam on her heels, dropping off clothes in the kids’ rooms and finally, her own.

“It was just one night. I am sure a Wolf like him does that kind of thing all the time,” Della said, trying to downplay what was without a doubt the best sex she had ever had.

“No way! Wolves are loyal when it is the one,” Sam said.

“But that’s just it, he’s not my one, and I am not his!” Della whispered emphatically.

“Come on Della. I know you don’t sleep with every guy who asks. He is special—” she started.

“Sam, I can’t afford for any man to be special. The kids come first.”

“Oh, honey, you can take care of your kids and still believe in love,” she murmured sympathetically.

“He does not love me, Sam. And I don’t love him. I barely know him,” Della said, grateful Samantha could not hear the tremor in her voice.

“Fine. Just answer me this, do you hear Puccini when he kisses you?” Sam asked.

“Um, I hate to tell you this, Samantha, but some of us don’t listen to opera,” Della said with a snort.

“Ugh. Fine. If not Puccini, then what?”

“Whatwhat?”

“What music do you hear when you’re with Kristoff?”

Della closed her eyes. How the heck did Sam know that?

“This is dumb,” she started.

“No, it’s urgent. Tell me!”

“Fine. So, the first time we, um, kissed, I kind of heard Rick Astley.”

Samantha’s jaw dropped open.

“Rick. Astley. The singer of the eighties nightmare that won’t go awayNever Gonna Give You Up? That Rick Astley?”

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