Page 58 of A Thirst for Franc

“That sounds about right.” Our sister wasn’t for everyone, though she was an amazing aunt, and as much as I wanted to give her a noogie and mess up her perfectly styled hair, I loved her to death.

“Look, Phoebe is finally in therapy, and she asked me to go with her for one session. It took us forever to nail down a date, and I can’t miss this. I need to be there for her.”

He didn’t need to say anything else. Phoebe had a lot of baggage going all the way back to her childhood. I was happy she was working through that shit, but the town hall meeting was not exactly my favorite event.

“Will Lainey be there with cake?” Lainey was our sister Shelley’s best friend and the best damn cake maker in the country. She always brought a cake to the meetings, and it was rare for her to not show, as she was a business owner and had a stake in the community. I’d do just about anything for a slice of her cake.

“Already shot her a text and put in a request for your favorite.”

“Cookies and cream cake with Oreo buttercream.”

“Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll go.”

Laurent clapped me on the back a little harder than necessary. “Great.” He hurried away, probably before I could change my mind. “Oh, and my baby only takes premium.”

“I know,” I said as he hopped into the passenger side of Phoebe's car. He wasn’t the only one with a nice car.

With a wave, they were off. I turned to the porch. Quinn stood there, clothes in hand. I hadn’t realized she had also slipped into a pair of my slippers. She looked ridiculous in the overabundance of fabric, but at the same time, she looked too damn good in my clothes.

She would look even better with them pooled at her feet.

I raced toward her and scooped her into my arms.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“What I couldn’t before.”

“Where’s Gio?”

“He won’t be here until ten, and I have an hour before I have to get to work.”

“What am I going to do without my car?”

“You’re taking the Porsche, and I’m going to use Laurent’s Bimmer until the mechanic is done.”

“I can’t drive a Porsche.”

“Of course you can. It drives just like any other car or SUV.”

“No, I mean.” She wiggled in my arms, and unwillingly, I put her down. “That vehicle is worth more than anything I have ever driven.”

“So?”

“That’s a lot of money.”

“My son is the most valuable thing to me, and if I trust you with my son in the car, then I sure as hell can trust you with a stupid vehicle.” I bent down and kissed her neck. “Now, can we finish where we left off?”

She tossed the stack of clothes onto the foyer table. “If we must,” she said with a laugh, and my mouth dropped open in mock shock.

With a giggle, she raced up the stairs, but she wasn’t fast enough. I caught her, pinning her body against the wall, holding her hands above her head. “Tag, you’re it,” I said before capturing her lips with mine.

“I thought you didn’t have the stamina of a twenty-something-year-old,” she teased.

“When it comes to you, apparently I do. I can’t seem to get enough.” Every time after I came, I thought about when the next time would be. The want for her hadn’t dissipated at all. If anything, it had gotten stronger and more insistent.

I shifted my hand down her body, digging my fingers into her ass and lifting her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my hips, her body arching into me but lost beneath the cotton. My fingers searched for the hem, gripping the material and yanking it over her head.

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