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She puts her hands up in my face with all ten fingers splayed out, and starts to count on her fingers, stating names as she goes. “James, Bucky, Jonno, Jude, Jackson,” she moves onto the other hand, “Jake, Marshall,Pat, Mardy the Mutt?—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’d start on the animals before me?” I ask in mock incredulity.
“Hey, Mardy the Mutt is the best dog ever.”
“Well I must be tenth then, so, well in the top ten.”
“Naw,” she’s shaking her head, “there is one more definitely before you.”
“Who?” I demand, moving my fingers a bit more aggressively, in her folds. I can see she’s starting to struggle.
“Pinky the Pony,” she blurts out.
“Pinky the fucking Pony. Is she still alive?”
She laughs, “Wilder than ever and still giving zero fucks. She’s on house arrest at the minute cos she tormented the local stallion, Mr. Tubbs.” We both start to laugh so hard, tears are literally rolling down her face. “Mr. Tubbs is a serious catch. Pinky is on a mission. He’s packing.”
“Jesus, you lot get weirder.”
“You think you’ve got it going on,” she’s laughing at me, pointing at my chest and moving her fingers up and down my body. “Mr. Tubbs beat off Crockett for Pinky’s affections.”
I grab her around the waist with both arms and pull her in against me. She looks down on me as I look up at her. “Well if Mr. Tubbs can go large for Pinky, I better up my game for you.” I spin her around and stand behind her, pushing between her shoulder blades until she’s leaning onto the countertop in front of her. I tip my chin to the large mirrored wall above her, look at her reflection, and rasp, “Arse up, Kitten, and spread wide.”
She says nothing, but moves her legs, looking at me the entire time. I drop to my knees behind her, part her cheeks, and lick her front to back. And there is no more laughing for the next few hours.
It’s so late. I have Evie back in bed and she’s lying awake, resting her head on my chest. She needs to know about James and Christmas. I can't put it off anymore.
“I’ve asked James to come to LA for Christmas and he’s said yes.”
She goes perfectly still for a beat, but I don’t miss it.
“Ohh, okay. What about the boys? They all usually come together to us in Devon.”
“They’re all coming. James asked for them, so I said yes.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, but I can see and feel her starting to shut me out. Can feel her pulling back.
“Okay, well, if it’s what they want. I’m surprised he hasn’t said.”
“He only confirmed this afternoon when I saw him, so I suppose he hasn’t had time to tell you. Sorry it’s me that’s breaking the news.”
She takes a deep breath in. “No problem. I’ll talk to him and get everything sorted. Do you know when they’ll come out?”
She’s moved everything to practical mode, her very body language has changed. Fuck! I shouldn’t have told her. Should have given James time to do it. Fucking hell, I need to get booked in for my personality transplant as soon as I’m back in LA. I need my family chip to be inserted, otherwise this shit show is going to continue, at best, and potentially get worse.
“Twenty-second, I think. Let them have a chance to get over jet lag.”
She laughs at that. “They’re young. They’ll land and go out clubbing. Although none of them are twenty-one, so not sure how that’ll go.”
“Not an issue if your daddy’s a rockstar.” I puff out my chest in mock swagger as she smiles.
“You’re ridiculous.” She shoves me in the chest and I react as if she’s gravely wounded me. God, I’m trying to get her back.
“You don’t mind?” I hold her hands to my chest and look her dead in the eyes, but she looks away. Fuck!
“Well I can’t say I’m not a bit upset and won’t miss them all. We’ve not had a Christmas apart, and Bucky’s been coming since he was five years old. Are they planning on coming back for the New Year?” There’s hope in her voice, and I feel like the biggest dick.
“No,” I shake my head. “There’s a big LA party at an actor friend of mine’s home New Year’s Eve, so they were planning on staying for that. It’s a huge annual event, and a big deal in the industry.” And now I feel even shittier.
“Is that Kasey Becker’s?” she asks, clearly having heard of that party.
