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“Daddy what bout’ Lex?”

Tasha backs away from being my human shield and I pick up Emma under her armpits and plop her down on the kitchen countertop to sit.

“Chelsea was just asking about her, baby.” I explain to Emma, tucking an errant stand her of dark hair behind her ear, away from her flushed cheeks.

“Lex, is daddy’s angel.” Emma explains maturely to Chelsea.

“His what?”

“Daddy’s angel. I’m daddy’s baby and Lex is daddy’s angel.”

I know Emma is referring to my tattoo on my back that I’ve had for three years. I sat for about seventy hours to get all the details I wanted. Needless to say, my ex-wife hates it, and for good reason.

“Oh, okay.” Chelsea mumbles and excuses herself from the kitchen.

“Hey baby, why don’t you go wash up and say goodbye to everyone. We need to go home.” I lift Emma from the counter, to the floor.

“K.” She scurries off and as she leaves the kitchen and I turn to my sister and frown.

“I didn’t have sex with her.”

“I know that but Chelsea doesn’t, and if she knows what’s good for her she’ll stop drooling over you. Now spill.”

This is the first time all day I’ve been alone with my sister. Her husband, the kids or my dad have been lurking nearby so we haven’t been able to talk. Tasha knows all there is to know about my feelings for Lex and she knows about lady. I haven’t given her much of the background in terms of the abuse or the other things about Lex’s past. She knows the basics, mainly.

“Well the plan at Vino’s worked.”

“I told you it would.”

I nod. “Well it did and I drove her home and we fooled around a little…”

My sister squeals with boisterous excitement, a giant smile erupts on her face and she claps her hands, bouncing on the pads of her feet. Doesn’t take much to excite her — evidently.

“And?”

“And… What?”

“Details, Gagey, I need details.”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head, laughing. “Fine, but not a word to anyone.”

She pretends to zip her lips, lock them and toss the invisible key over her shoulder.

“I made her come three times. I wouldn’t let her touch me, not yet. Then we talked about everything and I left.”

“Was she…. You know… Big? Small?”

“Fuckin’A, Tash!”

Placing her hand on her hip, she throws out the attitude in waves.

“I’ve been married for-ever, Gage. Max will never be married, and I’ve been gunning for you and Lex for years. Years, Gage. Now tell me.”

Fine.

“It’s perfect.”

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, exasperated, she says, “Come on, you can do way better than that.”

Nosey ass sisters! Ahhh! Can’t live with em and can’t live without em’.

“Fine. It was the most amazing thing ever. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, or touched or sucked, or pleasured or anything. She’s perfect, fucking perfect, I tell ya. I’ve known it for years, but it’s even better than I ever thought. Ya happy? Does that fill your needs of wanting to know? That the woman I love tastes so good, I’m getting blue balls just talking about her.”

Tash smiles and nods. “Yep, it’s about damn time. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? So when she coming to lunch?”

I shrug, “I. Don’t. Know. We’re not in a relationship.”

We chat for a few minutes; she pats me on the shoulder telling me I have to bring Lex over soon. Emma comes into kitchen and it’s time to head home. It’s been a long two days and I need to text Lex. I need to make sure we’re okay. That she’s good with us.





Chapter Twenty-One





Thursday

Lex





“Hey boss, how’s your week going?” Daniel inquires, standing inside my doorway, hands on the frame, looking utterly uncomfortable.

“It’s fine.” I mutter clicking around on my computer finalizing my last choices on some business deals that I have been working on all week.

“Oh…well…Roni, she told me to…” He fumbles over his words.

“To what? To see how I’m doing? Yes, I’m sure she has, because I refuse to speak with her. Please tell her to mind her own business. Better yet, I’ll do it.” I snap, irritated. I click my interoffice phone, turn it on speaker and press her number that’s on speed dial.

“Hello?” she hesitates. “You’re calling me from the office?”

“Stop telling Daniel to babysit me. It’s been four days since I’ve spoken with you. I want space. Get it through your thick skull. Goodbye.” I click off and Daniel has already retreated and shut my door. Good!