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“I’m making a TikTok,” the child responds innocently.
My sister practically leaps across the table and snatches the device away. “The hell you are!”
“But all my friends have TikTok,” my niece protests.
“Well, we’re getting you some new friends,” Nova announces. “Friends who like to play with dirt and sticks in the back yard. Like kids did when I was growing up. Go put on your jacket and grab your brother. Go!”
“But it’s cold outside,” Madalyn whines.
“And a little frostbite builds character. Go on!” Nova shakes her head as she watches her grumbling daughter stalk away. Her attention returns to me. “Now, where were we?”
I empty my coffee mug and push the pancakes aside. “Talking to you two is making me even more nauseous. I need to talk to a professional.”
Mom throws her head back. “Why does your therapist get all the juicy bits? I’m your mother. I should get dibs.”
My eyes go rolling. “It’s not a competition over who gets front row tickets to Nadia’s trainwreck of a life.”
The front door swings open and I hear male voices entering the house. The men are back from their jog. Shit.
I lean over the table and lower my voice. “Can we keep this between us girls for now, please? I want a chance to figure things out before Dad goes all scary papa bear over this.”
“Fine,” Mom and Nova grumble after me. And I really hope they mean it.
“Don’t worry about the dishes. We’ve got it.” Nova mumbles sarcastically as I run off.
“Thank you. Sorry,” I toss over my shoulder, moving through the house as fast as my filthy ballgown will allow me. Fast enough to catch Granny hobbling into the spare bedroom that she and Edward are sharing while they’re here.Seriously? She was eavesdropping from the hallway the whole time?!
Shaking my head, I say a quick good morning to the guys, barely pausing long enough to drop a kiss on Dad’s cheek.
The first thing I do when I get to my bedroom is call Harry but I get no answer. Everything in me wants to freak out, but I remind myself again that he’s just busy with football stuff. He and I will talk later. Everything will be okay.
As I’m peeling off my dress, I shoot my therapist a text message.
ME: Hey, I know it’s Sunday but are you available? I have a pretty huge emergency. I could use your perspective
I think accidentally marrying last night’s fake date more than qualifies me for an emergency weekend session with my therapist.
In any case, I don’t wait for an answer. I hop into the shower and give my body a thorough wash, trying to scrub last night’s mistakes away. My hands linger on my breasts. They’re still tender from last night. So is the space between my thighs. Everything starts to get tingly as I relive the way Harry kissed all of my favorite spots. Suddenly, I’m ripe with my need for his body on mine all over again.
It’s crazy how the mere thought of his hands on me now has the power to turn me into a livewire of lust.
Against my better judgment, I find myself pinching and stroking and tugging on my clit until I’m shaking and coming with my back pressed to the cold tiles and one foot propped up on the edge of the bathtub.
“Seriously, Nadia?” I whisper as the last of the orgasm shakes its way through me. “Did you seriously just do that?”
I should be trying to push these feelings away and to clean up the wreckage they made. Not stoking them on and pushing myself deeper into this hopeless mess.
Unfortunately, that orgasm only gets me so far. My problems are still waiting for me when I emerge from the bathroom, thoroughly scalded and exfoliated. Thankfully, a message from Regina is waiting for me, too.
REGINA: I’m at the office now doing some admin stuff. I can squeeze you in if you’re here in the next twenty minutes
I sigh with relief. Yet, I can’t help the niggle I feel at the fact that Harry hasn’t contacted me. He and I seriously need to talk. We have urgent matters to figure out.
I slip on some jeans with a clean sweater. Then, I’m sneaking down the hallway. My footsteps falter when I hear a phone ring in Granny’s bedroom.
“Hello,” my grandmother answers in a hushed voice.
Delores comes through. “Nancy, it’s me. I’ve got the girls on the line.”
