Page 39 of A Taste of Chardonnay

“Multiple times in one night, or has this happened before?” Sherry rolled the S-charm on her necklace between her fingers.

“Just last night.”

“Wow, Brady has some stamina,” Sherry said. “Not that I’m surprised. He’s also a muscle man who would fight bears for recreation if he could.”

“Fight bears…?” I deadpanned.

“Like Wyatt would try to make friends with one,” Rose said. “Brady would try to wrestle one because he’s full of that masculine gruffness.”

“Whatever you say.” I filled my bottle of water and took my vitamins.

“Was it good?” Rose asked.

“I’m not having this conversation.”

“Why not?” Sherry asked. “It’s not like any of this comes as a surprise. Other than the fact it took so long to happen.”

My eyebrow arched as I placed my bottle on the counter. “Come again?”

“Don’t look so shocked,” Rose said. “Sherry and I have been putting money on this for years.”

I nearly choked on my multivitamin. “Excuse me?

“We’ve told you that tension had to explode eventually.”

Rose pressed her lips together as if she was trying not to laugh. “Apparently, itkeepsexploding.” The laugh burst free from Rose, and Sherry joined it. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t that funny.

Heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks. I was rarely embarrassed, but their laughing was a little off-putting. “Are you two done? I have things to do.”

“By the color in your cheeks, I’m going with it was better than good,” Rose said. “Did he throw you around like a rag doll?”

Flashes of our night together ran through my mind, reminding me of all the positions and places he took me.

“Oh, he totally did,” Sherry said.

“Out!” I pointed toward the door.

“You’re no fun.” Rose pouted.

“Oh, Rose… Do you know if Mom and Dad want to be buried or cremated?”

My baby sister scrunched her nose in horror and looked at Sherry.

“You’re still on this?” Sherry asked.

“I didn’t write it down, and I forgot to ask Mom and Dad when I spoke with them.”

“I’m sure you’ll talk to them in the next twenty-four hours, so you can ask them directly,” Sherry said.

“Why do you want to know?” Rose asked.

“It’s important information. Weallshould know.”

“You can be in charge of that information, then. I don’t want to think about it, let alone talk about it,” Rose said.

I don’t know why they were getting so upset. There was nothing wrong with being prepared. Everything Brady was dealing with made these thoughts more prevalent in my mind. I wondered if he knew what Ron preferred. He should find out before the man lost his mind completely.

“How did we go from talking about sex to talking about death?” Rose asked. “I’m so confused.”

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