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“Did I hear you say Dean was coming home?” Juniper asked with overt interest.
“Yes. But it’s just a very short visit, strictly to spend some time with family.”
“I’d love to see him. Does he still have the same phone number as he did a few years back?”
Susan’s face pinched a little further. “Yes,” she answered between clenched jaws.
“Great. I’ve still got him in my contacts. I’ll text him. See if he wants to hang out.”
“Mm-hm. If he has time. He’s going to be very busy. And as I said, it’s just a short visit,” Susan pointed out again.
“All right. Thanks. See you soon.” Juniper delivered a little wave and spun to leave.
“Who was that?” Tessa asked, letting curiosity get the better of her.
“Dean’s high school girlfriend,” Susan hissed low. “The one you’re going to have to keep him away from.”
Red cringed as she watched Juniper sashay away, hips swaying seductively. “That might be harder than you think. How long is he home for?”
Susan pulled her mouth to one side unhappily. “Ten whole days.”
“Definitelygonna need a bikini wax,” Ruby said, watching Juniper bounce her way out the door as even the old men went silent to watch her pass.
“Agreed,” Susan said, lips tight.
“One hundred percent.” Red nodded before asking, “Any chance Bridget does anal bleaching too?”
Tessa’s eyes popped wide.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Chapter Four
The short flight from Norfolk to Atlanta wasn’t even long enough for a full drink service, but if Dean wanted to fly into Albany, the airport most convenient for his parents to pick him up, he didn’t have much choice.
Annoying, but necessary, he had to lay over in Atlanta.
If he thought he was annoyed about the stopover before actually touching down at ATL, it was nothing compared to how he felt now in the terminal…
After his plane had landed in Atlanta and he made his way to check the status of his connection there was no good news to greet him.
Staring at the big board of connections and seeing the morale-killing number of flights that were delayed, including his to Albany, he was beginning to second guess his decision to fly home at all. Especially as he typed in a quick text to make sure his parents didn’t leave for the airport to pick him up at his originally scheduled time.
Maybe he should have flown direct.
In hindsight, that direct flight from Norfolk into Laguardia that Skip had taken was looking pretty damn good. But Skip’s family lived on Long Island. Just a hop, skip and a jump fromthe airport in Queens. Dean lived upstate. Although, looking at the new departure time, three hours from now, he did the calculation and figured out what time he’d have been home if he’d taken Skip’s flight to Laguardia.
It didn’t help his mood when he realized he could have rented a car in Queens and driven the three hours upstate and been home at his parents’ house hours sooner than he’d be arriving with the delay getting into Albany.
It was too late now. He’d just have to sit there in Atlanta and wait for his flight to take off.Ifit took off when they said it would, which was never guaranteed.
And then, after a day of travel hell, he’d get to put up with being in the backseat of the car for the hour and a half drive home with his parents.
“Shit,” Dean grumbled.
The man next to him shot him a sideways glance. “Yeah, my flight’s screwed too.”
“What the hell is going on that everything is delayed?” Dean asked.
