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I feltliberated,strutting my hot ass back into my house after a night of epic, atom-scrambling sex. I got good and railed, which I could confidently say had never happened before.
I feltempowered.
“Wherewereyou?”
With a squeak, I dropped my keys, whirling at the sound of my sister’s voice in the kitchen.
My mom and my oldest sister sat in the kitchen, staring slack-jawed at my sneak arrival.
Ifeltlike a kid who got caught sneaking in after curfew.
“Holy shit, Greer, you scared me.”
Her eyebrows rose slowly. “Imagine how Mom and I felt when we got back to the house, and you weren’t here. I thought you got murdered.”
“Why didn’t you call me, then?”
“Have you checked your phone in the last twenty minutes?” she asked, enunciating her words in that incredibly annoying older sister way that had me narrowing my eyes.
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably. “I was talking to my Uber driver. She’s very nice.” I glanced around the room. “Where’s Olive?”
Olive was Greer’s stepdaughter, and dammit if she wouldn’t be the perfect distraction right about now. What good was it to have all these kids coming into our family if they didn’t deflect when nosy people wanted to know about my night?
“She’s in the barn checking on the cats,” Greer answered.
My mom watched me over the rim of her coffee mug. “I take it your date went well.”
The skin on my cheeks was probably a thousand degrees, and I cleared my throat primly. “It was … fine.”
Greer snorted. “You’re coming back home the next day in the same clothes from the picture you texted me yesterday when you were getting ready for said date. Ibetit was fine.”
Oh.
Oh.
They didn’t know I’d been home and left again. The wrinkled hem of my skirt brushed my legs as I slowly moved into the kitchen. If I told either of them about my little jaunt out to Jax’s, they’d lose their ever-loving shit. Then my brothers would be called, and it would be a whole thing. A thing I very much wanted to avoid.
My one night with Jax would go safely into my memories, to be played on repeat when I lay in bed for the next couple ofweeks. Then I’d get back on the saddle—metaphorically—and find a nice, kind, funny, emotionally available guy.
Easy peasy.
“Is there more coffee?” I asked.
“Didn’t get much sleep?”
“Not really,” I muttered. With my back turned, I poured a generous mug of steaming black coffee, then wrenched open the fridge to get the creamer. When I turned around, Greer and my mom were trading sly grins. “Oh my gosh, stop it.”
With a laugh, Greer stood and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “I can’t help it. Look at our little baby growing up and having sex on the first date!”
My mom sighed. “Greer…”
“What? She did.” Greer’s arm stayed around my shoulders as she steered me over to the couch. “Do I get details?”
“Dear Lord, not while I’m in the room,” Mom said firmly. “I love you girls, but I have limits.”
Greer laughed, but I kinda wanted to crawl under the couch and hide.
“I’m not going to share, Mom. Don’t worry.”
