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Maureen’s head bobbed up and down as she finished her drink as well. “Fuck yeah.”
We spent the next hour having a lively debate about vibrators versus actual cock, drinking margaritas, and eating chips and salsa. She gasped and squealed as I described what it felt like to have four fingers inside me at the same time.
“Okay, bitch. You are officially my hero,” Maureen drawled. “I’m so happy you finally told me about them.”
That familiar twinge of guilt reverberated through me. I didn’t want to be a downer, but I promised her no more secrets. “Maur… something else happened at Wickford. After we had coffee yesterday.”
She sat up and poured herself another margarita from the pitcher. “I’m already not liking the sound of this.”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “When I got home, the guys were cleaning up glass in the foyer. Someone threw a brick through our window. And by someone, I’m pretty sure it was Billy. There was a note covering it with the word freak on it.”
Maureen’s cheeks flamed. “Motherfuckers.” She leaped up and paced around the living room. “That’s it, Bales. I know you don’t want to ruffle feathers, but he has got to be dealt with.”
I nodded. “I know. You’re right. It’s getting out of hand now. They came to my fucking house and vandalized it. What’s next? We have to figure out what to do about them.”
Maureen took big gulps. “Well, we have to tell my dad. Maybe get a restraining order against him?”
I sighed. “Yeah but I have no actual proof it was him. You know that’s the first thing your dad will ask for.”
Her eyes lit up. “What about security cameras? They’re easy to install. Next time he comes around, boom you’re on camera, bitch.”
That would take too long. “But then I’m just walking around my own house on eggshells waiting for him to show up again. And Maur… if Billy gets into my house, the guys will kill him. I don’t mean that figuratively. Like they will actually murder him.”
Maureen shrugged. “Good. Maybe that’s what he deserves for fucking with the coolest bitch in Wickford Hollow.”
I shook my head. As much as I hated Billy, I didn’t want his blood on my hands. “I’m going to say no to murder, Maur. There’s got to be another way.”
She waved her hands around, spilling some of her drink on her hand. She licked it off. “Okay, okay. No murder. Jeesh.”
The expression on her face made me giggle. No one else could make me laugh the way she did. “It will come to us. Let’s just forget about it for now. Besides I wanted to tell you about something else. I went inside Bishop Mortuary today.”
She gasped. “Finally? Yes, Bales! I’m so proud of you. I know how hard that must have been.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was surreal. But I’m glad I went. I’ve been thinking about opening it back up. I think my parents would want that.”
Maureen clapped her hands together. “Yes! And who else would be better at it than you? You literally live with dead people. Plus I’m sure people would prefer to not have to drive to Ever Graves to bury someone.”
“Exactly. I don’t have the heart to sell it and it doesn’t feel right to let it sit there empty. It will give me purpose again. As much as I love my guys, I can’t just sit around that house all day.”
She waved her hand above her head, snapping her fingers. “Because you a boss bitch. Like I said before, my hero.”
I had never worked before. Not a day in my life. I was fortunate to have the money my parents left me. But I didn’t want to end up like Maureen’s mother any more than she did. I needed something other than my love life to focus on.
“There was also an envelope addressed to me in the desk drawer. I think it’s from my parents.”
Her jaw dropped. “Wait, what? You haven’t opened it yet?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s in my car. I don’t know why I’m scared but it’s like if I open it, then it will literally be the last words I have from them.”
Maureen threw the pillow back at me, hitting me square in the head. “Girl, go get it. You know you want to. It could be important.”
She was right. I was being silly. I jumped up and stumbled to the side. I was tipsier than I thought. “Okay, throw the pizza in the oven, and I’ll be right back.”
“Yay,” she squealed as she made an off-balance dash to the kitchen.
Fuck, we were already drunk, and it was barely nine pm. My stomach grumbled as I threw on my coat and slippers.
The wind almost blew the door off its hinges. It howled through the night like a pack of wolves, whipping my hair around my face till I could barely see. I pointed the clicker at my car to unlock it and jogged toward it, instantly regretting the trek outside.
