Page 110 of Take The Risk

​“My poor, poor eyes,” she complained, slamming her hand over her eyes. “They’ll never be the same.”

​Rolling her eyes, Phoebe shook her head. “Like mine recovered from seeing your naked tango with—”

​“I forgive you!” Alex rushed, dropping her hand.

​What was this?

​Without an invitation, Alex jumped on the bed where Phoebe had slept, stretching out.

​“Shove off, Alex.” I pulled the blankets tighter around us. I wasn’t embarrassed being seen naked. I could just do without the physical critique the demon felt necessary to share with anyone she met that day.

​“No can do, dimple butt. Our girl has her first TV interview today and she should have been up twenty minutes ago.”

​“She is right here,” Phoebe pointed out, affronted.

​“Anyway,” Alex chattered on as if she hadn’t spoken. “We have to get some coffee into her, at least two cups. We only have ten minutes before the makeup people arrive.”

​“What about breakfast?” I was all about making sure Phoebe ate. She’d lost too much weight since the shooting.

​Alex gave me an unimpressed look. “Like I said, coffee.” Glancing over my shoulder, she frowned. “Your husband needs a lesson on nutrition.”

​“Dare I ask if it’s safe to come up?” my mom hollered from downstairs.

​Flopping back on the bed, I groaned. Great. Just what this morning needed.

​“It’s cool, breakfast-delivering slave,” Alex yelled back, then paused. “Actually, stay there. They’ll be right down.”

​With a stern look, she threw herself out of our bed, heading downstairs with a chorus of “my poor, poor eyes” echoing after her.

​“Don’t worry.” Phoebe rubbed her hand on my back. “She’ll move out once she figures out who she’s going to torture next.”

​I doubted that. “She’s here until she doesn’t want to be.” As much as Alex made sure my blood pressure was nice and high, I wasn’t going to ask her to leave. She was family, even if I refused to admit it to Satan’s little helper. The woman didn’t need any more encouragement. “How do you feel about a little guest cottage at the back of the property?”

​I’d been up late drawing up the designs thinking Alex having a bit of space while still being close was the perfect solution. Now, if I could find a way to have holy water come out of the taps…

​“You’d do that?”

​“For you? Anything.” I kissed her until she pulled back, her breathing erratic. Damn it.

​“NOW, DIMPLE DICK!”

​Phoebe giggled and I decided to keep my retort to myself. After all, this was the rest of my life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Epilogue

​“Ride my cock, baby.”

I froze on the stairs.

Nope. Absolutely not.

​“I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt so full; you’ll feel me all day, Mrs. Brockmann.” Phoebe’s answering moan said it all.

​Ugh. I wanted to hate them. The happy newlyweds. I couldn’t, though. I was too happy for my best friend and her new husband, even if I gave him shit on a regular basis.

​After all Phoebe had been through in the last couple of years, especially the last couple of months, my girl had earned her happiness, and Wanda and I were ready for anyone who tried to take it from her.

​Flopping down on the living room couch, I pulled my earbuds out of the case and shoved them in my ears. I’d had to invest in a pair with significant noise-canceling abilities to drown out the sound of the never-ending fuck-fest.