Page 137 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“Josie, it’s not our business.” Hannah hits her with a dress.
Josie ignores her.
“You’re telling me that you two weren’t making out and naked when those fire ants attacked?”
“His brother shouldn’t have told you that.” I slip past her.
Using the small towel draped over my shoulders, I squeeze the water from the ends of my hair, absorbing it into the fabric.
“What do you mean Dean shouldn’t have told us? Why didn’t you tell us?” Josie beelines for Hannah’s open suitcase, tearing her dress over her head.
“You do thrive on tearing him apart.” Hannah mindlessly folds the clothes Josie takes out of her bag like she’s one of her kids.
“What happened to him was personal, and I didn’t think it was y’all’s business.” I grab a hairbrush sitting on the counter and run it through my damp hair.
I can feel their eyes burning into me.
“Since when?” Natalie curls her leg under her, adjusting a copy of Wheeler’s wife’s newest romance book from resting on her lap to her knee.
“Since she slept with him,” Josie says.
“I didn’t sleep with him.”
“How big is he?” Josie holds her hands apart in a silent estimation.
“I’m not answering that.” And not because I can’t. I know how big he is. How thick. How incredible.
“As big as the cowboy in Nat’s book?” She nods her head at our sister.
Natalie peers over her book, a smirk playing on her lips. “Cowboys are nothing compared to the fairies and ogres in my fantasy books.”
“Do tell.” Josie slowly turns to her, but not before Natalie winks at me.
I silently thank her for the distraction. Josie’s mind flits around like a butterfly in a garden, never settling on one flower.
“The women can’t exactly put their hands around the man’s—” Natalie’s fingertips meet, forming a circle in the air, as though she’s holding an invisible bottle.
“Shut up.” Josie throws a skirt at her, but Hannah’s hand whips out in record speed and catches it. “Are you talking about his dick?”
Natalie nods.
“Wait—” Josie steps into another dress.
This time it’s a long denim dress with buttons all the way up the front. Not her style. It’ll hit the floor in less than a minute.
“Wait? His dick? His dick is this big?” She grabs a bottle of water and shakes it.
Natalie twists her mouth to one side. “Bigger.”
“What do you mean by bigger?” Josie lifts the bottle to her mouth, making exaggerated gulping motions.
Slowly, my sister is reminding me why I limit these interactions.
“I mean bigger.”
“Damn.” Josie takes a second to peer down the hallway at her outfit, twisting this way and that before shedding it.
Hannah picks up the dress and tucks it away before zipping her suitcase closed. She excels at juggling tasks while maintaining an effortlessly stylish appearance.
