“Shit,” Feb whispered.
“Are we done with Vi’s thing?” Dee asked.
“I don’t know, Vi, are we?” Jackie looked at me.
I bent my head and kissed Jack’s shoulder.
We were done.
I knew. I knew even before they asked me. Joe was right. I knew when I crawled into my bed with him after the girls. Hell, I knew the first time he kissed me.
And now I knew because he was buying a dog bed for the dog he bought for my daughter.
And coming home with beer.
Then I whispered against little Jack, “Yeah.”
“Good, so, what’s this about Colt and your necklaces?” Jessie demanded to know and I looked at her.
But Mimi spoke to me. “Feb doesn’t kiss and tell, it sucks.”
“I know. I told her about Jimbo and –” Jessie started.
“Don’t repeat it!” Feb cried suddenly, hand up.
“What? It isn’t weird,” Jessie defended.
“Yes, Jessie, it is,” Feb returned.
“It’s just suckin’ my toes. Does Cal suck your toes?” Jessie asked me.
I tried not to let my lip curl as I answered, “Um… no.”
“Feels good,” Jessie mumbled.
“Gross,” Mimi was mumbling too.
“Do you have any beer?” Cheryl asked, standing up.
“No, Joe’s picking some up on his way home.”
Cheryl stared at me a second then she grinned and I realized what I said and how it sounded.
It sounded like it was.
Shit.
I rolled my eyes at her then said, “I have wine.”
“Time for wine,” Cheryl decreed, moving toward the kitchen.
“It isn’t even four in the afternoon,” Mimi told her.
“What? There’re rules?” Cheryl asked.
“Yeah,” Mimi answered.
“Fuck rules, I’m gettin’ wine,” Cheryl retorted. “Anyone want one?”
“Yeah,” Jessie said.
“Sure,” Dee called.
“Shit,” Mimi mumbled, “all right.”
“Small one for me,” Feb told her.
“I’m in,” Jackie said, I looked at her and she smiled at me and when she did I let that soft warmth invade my belly and for the first time didn’t fight it.
Feb was lucky, not because of Colt (who was awesome) or Jack (who was adorable) but because she had a great Mom.
I handed Jack off to Feb, got up and called to Cheryl, “I’ll get the glasses,” then I announced to the women, “I got another problem.”
“Seriously?” Dee asked.
I went to the kitchen, pulled open my cupboards with the wine glasses and then looked over the bar into the living room to see they were all looking my way.
Then I said, “I need help exactin’ retribution against Tina Blackstone.”
Without even asking what she did, Feb stated, “I’m in.”
“Me too,” that was Jessie (not surprising).
“Absolutely,” Dee added.
“This’ll be fun!” Mimi clapped her hands.
“I’m all over that,” Cheryl said from beside me.
“Oh shit,” Jackie muttered and I laughed.
My friends laughed with me.
*
I sat on Mike’s stoop and watched the Chevy pull into the drive.
I didn’t move as he parked in the drive not the garage, got out and, eyes on me, he walked to me.
I didn’t speak and he didn’t either as he sat down on the stoop close to me, our hips pressed together as were the sides of our thighs. But his hands didn’t come to me. He leaned forward with his elbows to his legs.
I leaned forward too.
I looked to my left and whispered, “Mike –”
“Cal visited me at the Station.”
I closed my eyes. His hand curled around the back of my neck and I still didn’t open them.
“Sweetheart, it doesn’t work, he jacks you around, you know where I live.”
He’d made his decision and, as usual with Mike, it was the right one.
My eyes opened and looked into his.
“I jacked you around,” I whispered.
“I knew what I was gettin’ into.”
“Mike –”
“Honey, a shot at you, it was worth it.”
“Don’t be nice.”
“You want me to get pissed? Be a dick?”
“I think it’d be easier,” I said truthfully.
“Can’t do that, Vi.” His hand gave me a squeeze and he let me go, leaning back into his legs but looking at me the entire time. “You were in deep with him, he was with you. Signals were all there and you told me as straight as you could. Before I even took you on our first date, I knew it by the way he looked at me the night I met you at J&J’s. I still took my shot.” He grinned. “Do it again, just for last night.”
I shook my head and felt my mouth curve softly.
Then I felt my small smile die and I lifted my feet up to the step and bent into my legs, my cheek to my hand, my neck twisted to look at him.
“I liked bein’ with you,” I whispered and I felt the tears hit my eyes.
His hand came back to me, pulling my hair from the side of my face and then staying wrapped around my head.
“I liked bein’ with you,” he returned.
The wetness fell, I felt it slide over the bridge of my nose, along my temple and I whispered “I liked it a lot, Mike.”
His hand tensed in my hair and he whispered back, “Sweetheart, you’re killin’ me.”