Page 108 of Between Secrets and Obsession
“Hey,” Sophie says, dropping groceries on the counter. “Check this out!” She digs into her purse and grabs her phone, then swipes. Once she flips it over to show me, I furrow my brows.
“Why am I looking at a vagina?” I narrow my eyes, scrunching my nose.
“What? You’re not!” She looks at it. “Oh wait. Here.”
I shake my head.So many questions.
She shows me another picture. “What is it?”
“Serena. She had her baby!” she squeals.
“Oh!” My eyes light up. “What’d she have?”
“A boy! Isn’t he cute?” Sophie beams.
“Well, he’d be cuter if I didn’t just see where he came out of.” I shiver at the photo now embedded into my head. “Why do you have that picture anyway?”
Mason blows out a breath. “Don’t ask. I’m scarred for life.”
I snort. “That makes two of us.”
“Do you guys have more bags in the truck?” Liam interrupts.
“Yeah…” Mason grunts. “Only because Sophie wouldn’t help load all the bags onto my arms so we didn’t have to make more than one trip.”
“Sure, let’s smash the bread and eggs we just bought!” Sophie counters. “Totally smart!” Not even down the aisle yet, and they already bicker like an old married couple.
“I could’ve done it!” Mason retorts, showing off his bicep.
“Oh, pul-eese.” Liam rolls his sleeves up to his shoulders and strikes a pose. He’s twice as big as Mason. “Free tickets to the gun show, ladies and gents.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Why is one bicep bigger?”
“Why do you think?” Mason snorts, making a jerking-off motion.
“Oh my God. Why do we live with men?” Sophie groans, dropping her head back in exaggeration.
“Let’s kick them out and invite Lennon to move in,” I tease. “It’ll be our Girls Only Clubhouse. Snacks and booze only.”
“You’d miss me,” Mason says as he wraps his arms around Sophie, nuzzling his nose into her neck. Jealousy instantly rises, wishing Liam and I could freely show our affection, but it may never be that way for us. At least not until he divorces Victoria.
“I don’t know…maybe,” Sophie taunts as she giggles, glancing at me. “Why do you have creamer in your hand?”
“Huh?” I blink and look down at the bottle. “Oh, I was about to make some coffee before you guys came in.”
“I thought you didn’t drink coffee,” Mason says.
“I sometimes do.” I usually stick to tea, but there are times I’ll splurge for something stronger.
Sophie narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. Before she can say anything, Liam clears his throat.
“You gonna help, freeloader?” he asks, tilting his head to the door. “Let’s grab the rest of the groceries.”
I set down the creamer and throw him a scowl. “I’m not a freeloader, asshole. I pay my way by cleaning up after you slobs.”
When Liam walks ahead of me, I push him since my sister’s watching. I can feel her hard stare.
“If that’s the case, why is my room so messy? I have about three loads of laundry that need to be done. Chop chop, Cinderella!”
