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“I think I left my garage badge here on Friday.” She held her hands up in a prayer. “Please tell me you saw it back there.”
The big guy shook his head. “Sorry, hon.”
“Shitballz,” she huffed, unable to think of where to look next. With her luck, she’d probably dropped it Friday night when she was walking to the garage. She’d been so busy juggling the bags of food for the Iron Seeds it most likely was on the ground somewhere in between Medinas and the garage. The thought made her grimace. It was only a short trek, but she didn’t have time to trace her steps today.
“I’m still moving stuff around so it could turn up. If I see it, I’ll text you.”
“She appreciates it,” Marisol told her brother, pushing him back towards the door. “Now go. We’re having girl talk.”
Elena tried not to laugh at the siblings as they pushed and shoved each other, You’d think they were kids the way they acted.
“Whew,” her bestie said, breathing heavy. She adjusted her wobbly bun. “That’s my cardio for the day.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Elena laughed.
“And you’re stalling,” Marisol pointed out with a sly grin. “Now…tell me all about your amazing weekend before my dumbass brother comes back.”
“Friday night was great,” Elena started, figuring it was best to go back to the beginning. “They had a big barbeque at the compound, and I was introduced to way too many people for me to remember. Although there is one gal that I can see us being friends with. We have a lot in common.”
“Nice,” Marisol said with a nod. “Sounds like you had fun.”
“I did.” She let out a happy sigh as she thought back on it. “The food was great, the people were super nice, and the compound was more than I ever expected. It’s like a subdivision out in the middle of nowhere. They’ve got everything you can think of. It’s awesome.”
“That’s cool and all but let’s get to the good stuff.” Her friend gave her a look. “Sex? You had lots of it, right?”
“Oh yeah.” Elena grinned stupidly. Some of it still felt like a dream.
“Tell me more.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
By the time Elena was finished, Marisol was fanning herself with one of their laminated menus.
“You okay there?” Elena tried not to laugh at the gobsmacked look on her friend’s face.
“I can’t believe they—” Marisol blew out a huge breath, her eyes wide. “Just—wow.”
“Super wow,” she added as the memories of this past weekend flitted through her head. She hadn’t sharedeverydetail; just enough to get her bestie off her back for a little while. “And that’s just the Clit’s Notes version.”
“Girl,” Marisol said, looking Elena up and down. “I don’t know if I should be proud or worried right now. Is your chalupa okay? How are you sitting on that hard as fuck stool? Can I get you a cushion? Maybe an ice pack? I’m guessing your chalupa might need both.”
“Will you stop calling it a chalupa?” Elena reached out to smack at her grinning friend. “We’re not twelve anymore.”
“Pardon me, my lady,” Marisol said dramatically in a posh English accent. She elegantly waved an arm towards the doorthat led to the kitchen. “Dost thou require some ice for your vahh-ghinah? I can call my servant boy to fetch some.”
“I hate you,” Elena told her with a laughing snort.
“Seriously though,” her friend said, dropping the accent. “One yell is all it’ll take to get Ricky here with an ice pack.”
“I’m goo—”
“I’d offer you my lip gloss,” Marisol interrupted, “but it already thawed out.”
Elena pinched the bridge of her nose, finding it hard to keep a straight face. She should have seen that one coming. “’Sol?”
“Yes?” the other woman choked out, her face bright red. It was obvious she was trying to not crack up.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
