Page 126 of Stealing Sunshine

She grins and points to a place on my right. “That one. I’ve been needing something new.”

“A sex shop?” Delaney barks before laughing.

Daisy walks a little quicker, pulling me with her. “Oh, fun! I’ve never actually gone into a sex shop before.”

“What?” I ask, surprised.

She shrugs. “I just order toys online.”

“It’s easier that way,” Delaney agrees.

The shop is dark on the outside, and when we step through the door, it’s just as dark inside. Majority of the light comes from the toy displays, making them the focal point of the store. It’s smart.

We’re approached by a tiny Black woman who asks if we need anything, but Poppy’s too excited to show Daisy around to accept any help. With a grin and a reminder that she’s there if we need anything, the sales associate leaves us to wander around on our own.

Another few people enter the store, and they take the associate up on her offer for help.

“Who needs a dildo this big?”

Delaney pokes the shaft of a hot pink suctioned dildo standing tall on a shelf and stares wide-eyed when it bounces around. The balls at the base are massive, and Poppy laughs like a hyena when they shake alongside the shaft.

“Garrison’s bigger.”

Daisy chokes. “Your poor vagina.”

“It’s not just my?—”

I cut her off and shove her down the line of toys. “We’re close, but I don’t need to know about all the places Garrison puts his cock.”

Poppy shoots me a wink and then focuses on Delaney. “So, you don’t have a lot of dildos, then?”

“Not like that one.”

“Do you need one, or do you have a real dick in your life?” Poppy asks, blunt as hell.

“Are you single, Della? I think that’s what Poppy was trying to ask,” Daisy says.

I snort a laugh while Poppy rolls her eyes.

Delaney taps the edge of the dildo display. “I’m single.”

Poppy hums, the corners of her mouth twitching in a way that reeks of potential meddling. It’s not a good sign for Delaney.

She tries to keep her expression nonchalant but fails. “Were you invited to Anna’s wedding?”

“No. I don’t really know her at all.”

A sneaky hum is Poppy’s reply.

“What?” Delaney asks her suspiciously.

I mutter, “Just ignore her.”

Delaney nods. “Are you all in the bridal party?”

“I’m the maid of honour, and Bryce is a bridesmaid. Daisy’s going to be Bryce’s gorgeous date, right? And not a fake one anymore.”

I tense at the use of the word “fake.” Daisy freezes in front of the butt plug displays.

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