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“Why not?” Sera questioned, not acting motherly at all.
“How about we not talk about my love life, or lack thereof,” Agatha answered, remembering what she didn’t like about them all living with her—topics like this all the time.
Chris took a muffin and backed slowly from the room. “I’ll leave. Thank you, Agatha.”
When he was gone, all eyes turned to her, and suddenly she was the center of the conversation. With everyone looking at her, she wondered if the floor could swallow her, but since she wasn’t at Chris’s house, she knew it wouldn’t.
Harper couldn’t control her smile. “So, not into sports guys?”
“Agatha’s having sex with Chris Lowell!” Maby said as if he was a movie star.
“Chris Lowell?” Sera questioned from beside Maby. Her voice said all the puzzle pieces were falling into place; she was the only one who knew about high school. “That is not how I ever pictured him,” she added in a mumble.
“I am not having sex with him,” Agatha said again. “He just spent the night, not in my room.”
“Liar. I wouldn’t not tap that,” Buzz stated.
“Me either,” Maby practically moaned.
“Anybody else?” Agatha asked her sisters and stuffed her hands in her pockets.
“Nope, I only have eyes for Harrison,” Sera stated.
“I’m good.” Harper pulled out the pan of pork chops from the oven.
“Okay,” Agatha said and pulled her phone from her pocket. “So, which man am I calling first? Jonas or Cliff? Cliff or Jonas?”
Buzz dove at her, but since the woman was insanely pregnant, she was easily dodged. Maby was quicker, but Agatha got the dining room table between them as she dialed, choice made.
“Hey, Cliff!” She shifted quickly, keeping Maby across the table from her, but Maby was quick. “Christopher Lowell slept in Maby’s bed last night.”
Cliff laughed. “She slept with me, though.”
“She admitted to wanting to have sex with him,” Agatha said as Maby came over the table and grabbed her phone as she pushed her into the wall. Sitting on the floor in a daze, she had forgotten how agile the twins were when they needed to be. It reminded her of their childhood fights in the kitchen.
“Jonas wouldn’t believe you anyway, Ag. I’m carrying his spawn, and I barely want to have sex with him right now. Call him,” Buzz admitted defeat from her stool.
“I don’t know if I can get up,” Agatha admitted from the floor. Maby hit hard.
“Harper, go help Agatha up. Buzz and I can’t anymore,” Sera said before serving herself a pork chop.
Agatha scrambled to her feet before Harper made it over to her. Harper turned back to the food, saying, “At least she didn’t give you a black eye this time.”
“That was Lucy. But I really didn’t want another one of those,” Agatha agreed.
Sitting on the stool that Maby had abandoned, Agatha looked at the pork chops. She wanted one, but she’d already had a muffin. One breakfast was enough. Harper caught her looking, and without saying anything, grabbed a container from the cabinet, put two in, and tossed them into the fridge. Agatha wondered again if they were thinking she was getting fat.
“So, how did you end up with Chris Lowell in your house?” Sera asked not so innocently. She was prying.
“He tried to start his house on fire with bad wiring, blew the circuit breaker, and had no idea how to fix it. He came over for a flashlight.”
“What time?” Harper asked with interest.
“Around two, when you texted me. What were you doing up at that time thinking about platters anyway?” Agatha tried to turn the conversation to her sister.
“Having sex with my man, then it hit me I needed those. I keep forgetting them here.”
“Must be great sex if you were thinking about platters,” Agatha teased.
