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LAURIE: Great!! What was the count??
Laurie had a pet theory she liked about orgasm counts.
ME: Later
I had to get up to the big house and didn’t have time to say any more.
* * *
Marge looked up as soonas I opened the back door. “I’ve already eaten, but I’m making omelets, if mushroom and cheese is okay?”
Boone stood at the counter beyond her.
“That would be great. Thank you,” I answered.
“Wonderful morning, isn’t it?” Marge commented. Her gaze shifted between me and Boone.
“Yes,” I agreed when Boone didn’t say anything.
“I hear you got into a little trouble last night,” she said, angling toward Boone.
Boone shrugged. “No trouble.”
I didn’t add anything.
“Threatening a Pollock and stealing his date?” she questioned. “That sort of thing gets noticed. What did you say to him? This feud was settling down, and you may have gotten it boiling hot again.”
Apparently, to Marge I was the pawn in some contest between Devlin and Boone.
“I’m right here,” I said stepping into this. “It wasn’t anything like that,” I added.
When Marge’s attention shifted to me, Boone raised a hand for me to back off before he cleared his throat. “We had a small disagreement.”
“Small?” she asked, turning over the omelet in her pan. “That wasn’t the way I heard it.”
Obviously the rumor mill had already been at work. Who knows how many other people in town now knew about last night’s events and had drawn similar conclusions.
“Somebody’s exaggerating,” Boone said, pouring orange juice into a glass. “I asked him to leave my girl alone. He politely agreed and left. That’s all.”
Marge’s gaze shifted to me, but she didn’t question his declaration.
I blushed. Boone had called me his girl, and even though those words shouldn’t have been a surprise after last night, they still sent a rush of excitement through me.
Boone poured juice in a second glass.
“Your sister said you riled Devlin so much he called his daddy into it.”
Boone pulled out his phone.
When he didn’t answer, she kept after him. “I’m going to have a very serious conversation with your father. This family can’t stand to have the feud blow up again.”
I stayed out of this exchange and took a seat at the table.
Boone walked the juice container back to the fridge. “Pris doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She wasn’t there.”
“Boone didn’t threaten Devlin,” I offered. “Neither did the chief. He merely wanted to know about another case.”
A crease formed between Marge’s eyebrows. “A case?”
