Killyama started to brush past Train, but he blocked her, wrapping his arms around her waist and shouldering her toward the dance floor.
“Shouldn’t you make him stop?” Winter nodded her head toward the couple, who looked more ready to fight than dance.
“Train’s had military training. He can handle himself.” Viper blithely continued dancing.
“My bitch can take him out anytime she wants to,” Sex Piston said when she heard Viper.
Viper and Sex Piston had misunderstood her. Winter hadn’t thought Train would hurt Killyama. She had been referring to the hurt look on her face. Train had hurt the woman’s pride, and she wasn’t a pushover like Megan. He had done some damage. For the first time, she realized how much Killyama liked Train.
Winter dropped her arms from around Viper, squeezing through the dancing couples to pat Train’s back.
“Will you dance with me?” Winter asked.
She thought he would refuse, but squaring his jaw, he released Killyama and turned to take her in his arms.
Train and Winter danced as Killyama escaped the restaurant.
“Why did you do that?”
Winter debated telling him the truth before choosing to be honest. “Because she’s in love with you, and you’re not being fair.”
Train snorted. “She’s not in love with me.”
“Yes, she is, just as much as Penni was, if not more. Don’t treat her any differently than you did Penni unless you’re serious. You were kind to Penni when you didn’t want a relationship with her, so show Killyama the same respect.”
She could never tell what Train was thinking, and now was no exception. He wasn’t much of a talker, releasing her when the music stopped and Viper showed up.
“Thanks for the dance,” Train excused himself, going to sit down at the bar next to Dr. Price.
“Don’t get jealous, but I danced with Sasha to keep an eye on you.”
“I don’t get jealous anymore.” She stared lovingly up at her husband.
He grinned. “I kind of liked it when you were jealous. It kept me on my toes.”
“Aw, give me time. I’ll try to find something else to keep you occupied.” Winter pressed her sensitive breasts against his chest.
Viper stumbled. “If it involves more sex, I’m good.”
18
“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait?” Viper hesitated before leaving her where she was sitting on the lounge chair next to the pool.
“Go to work. I’ll be fine. Holly and Logan are already getting changed, and Beth and Sex Piston will be here any minute. You left two men watching, and you’re going to be back in two hours.”
He squatted down next to her. “Is the pain getting worse?”
“It’s not bad at all. Quit worrying.”
Viper kissed her lips, pressing another kiss on her bare tummy. “Be nice to Mommy while I’m gone.”
“I find you very sexy right now.”
“I’m going.” Viper stood up, saying hi to Holly and Logan as they came out of the sliding glass doors.
Aunt Shay and her great-grandson played in the water as Holly lay on a floating lounger, watching them. Winter liked the sweet woman. She was more a mom to Logan than her cousin had been. Dustin and Tate had accepted her as his mother, yet Greer had not. If anyone asked who the biggest asshole in Treepoint was, Greer Porter would win the title.
Sex Piston and Killyama came outside, swinging Sex Piston’s little boy between them, and a dainty Star was by their side with a pink noddle.
“I thought Meri and Keri were coming too?” Winter tried to adjust her position on the lounger to make herself more comfortable, but no matter how she moved, she felt a nagging pain in her lower back.
“Stud took the day off so they could practice driving. I’d rather wrestle a chicken leg out of Fat Louise’s hand than teach them how to drive.”
Sex Piston’s humor on teaching her stepdaughters to drive had Winter sympathizing with her. She still remembered her own mother having to drink a glass of wine when they returned home. Winter had to admit she had been a terrible driver.
Sex Piston pulled off her cover-up, exposing a blood red bikini. Killyama had on a blue halter-top and a pair of shorts. She was wearing a pair of flip-flops that smacked the tiles as she walked the little girl to the pool.
Sex Piston slipped into the pool as her stepdaughter paddled around, splashing Sex Piston and Holly with water.
“I put a cooler in the kitchen with drinks and sandwiches,” Sex Piston told her. “We may have come uninvited, but we didn’t come empty-handed.”
“I told Sex Piston you and the crew could come by any Saturday until the house is sold. And if we run out of drinks, I can ask Viper to bring some when he picks me up.”
“You don’t look so good today. You need some help getting in the pool?”
Winter had never experienced this nice side of Killyama. “Would you mind? Beth should be here any minute, but I don’t want to wait any longer. The water eases the pain from sitting too long.” She immediately rose, holding out her arms, and Killyama grabbed them, lifting her.