“Really?” she asks in disbelief. “You want to play dumb?”
“Here it comes,” Wendy snorts.
“I’m just going to say it, and you can’t be mad at me for saying it.” Lexi warns, and I cringe internally. She’s always been so crass, and I love it about her sometimes, but other times she literally makes me ill with her verbal diarrhea. “Your husband died, Demi, not your vagina. Don’t you dare act like he doesn’t affect you.”
Groaning, I stand and return to the counter. As I begin cracking eggs into a bowl I argue, “Not everyone’s world revolves around sex, Lexi.”
“Okay,” she sighs in defeat. “I mean, if you’re not interested, you mind if I take a bite?” My stomach knots at the thought.
“Yes, I do,” I toss the shell I’m holding in my hand in the sink and turn back to her. “Leave him be, Lexi. Please. He’s Blake’s cousin, and I don’t want things getting weird because you unleashed your crazy on him.”
“My crazy?” She feigns offense as a small smile curves her lips. Leaning her chair back, she looks down at her crotch and says, “You hear what she just called you? That’s okay. You are crazy,” she coos. “Crazy good.”
“Are you seriously talking to your vagina?” I ask in disbelief. Wendy is absolutely no help to me at all. She’s watching us banter, red-faced and laughing.
“You hurt its feelings,” Lexi pouts as she meets my gaze, her expression serious. “Say you’re sorry.”
My sister is nuts and even though she’s extremely immature and inappropriate, I can’t help but laugh a little. “Not a chance.”
“Fine,” she huffs as she leans her chair forward again. “But that was mean. So, seriously? I can’t make a move on him?”
“He’s off limits. I mean it.”
As I turn back to my bowl of eggs, Lexi murmurs to Wendy, “I wonder if his dick is big.”
Whipping around I hold up my whisk and warn, “If you breathe another word I’m going to beat you with this—”
“Hey, Connor,” Wendy chimes. “You showered quickly. Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready.” I glare at Lexi as she grins from ear to ear, before returning to my bowl.
As I whisk the eggs, I feel a hand on the small of my back. “Can I help you with anything, Demi?” His touch affects me. Damn it, I don’t want it to, but it does. But then I wonder, is it his touch, or just because I haven’t been touched by a man in so long? Or have I forgotten the difference between an unwanted touch and a wanted one.
“Thanks, but I’m almost done,” I manage after a moment. “Coffee mugs are in that up there,” I jut my chin toward the cabinet above the coffee maker. “And there’s juice in the fridge.”
“Morning,” Jeff grumbles as he meanders in and takes the seat next to Wendy. When I turn to acknowledge him, he’s staring at the table, avoiding eye contact with me at all costs. Damn, he’s making this weird.
“Jeff,” I call, darting my eyes to Wendy, who’s smirking, before darting them back to him. He still doesn’t look at me. “Jeff,” I say, louder. He doesn’t raise his head but lifts his gaze to mine. “You don’t have to make this weird, okay. It was . . . awkward, yes, but we’re family.”
“Wait,” Lexi interrupts. “What’d I miss?”
“Little mishap. Demi lost her towel and was naked, Jeff ended up on top of her,” Wendy explains nonchalantly as if it’s no big deal.
Lexi, who just sipped her coffee, barely manages to spit it back in her cup. “What?” she chokes out.
“Long story. It was a crazy night last night,” Wendy adds. “Poor Connor probably thinks we’re all nutjobs.”
Connor gives an easy smile from where he stands leaned against the kitchen sink. “No, not nut jobs. But it did scare the hell out of me.”
“Okay, I need to know what’s going on,” Lexi demands.