Was robotic snacking an avoidance technique? I probably should’ve investigated that instead of trying to drown in vino.
“It’s not like I actually saw the exchange. August told me about it after.”
Rylee sucked taco dip off her thumb. “Why did August talk with you about getting his latex from John anyway?”
Oh, shit. Now what did I say to that?
Ten
I tried to get my disordered thoughts in line.
August and his condom.
Me putting it on him.
His hiss of breath as I made sure it was seated just right.
Don’t want any swimmers sneaking out.
Except now I wished they had. Just one. So I wouldn’t have nearly wept while I took the tests that were supposed to give me my freedom back.
Yay, still not a parent. Yay, I can keep living my wild and free life.
Yay, no babies for you, Kinleigh. Good luck next time.
If there was a next time.
As the silence stretched out, Sage nudged Ally. “Did he need help getting it on?”
Oh, if she only knew.
Ally shook her head. “Don’t mind her. Her ovaries are being flooded with all these baby distress signals.”
Apparently, Sage wasn’t the only one.
Sage snorted. “We’re working on it. Besides, Kinleigh is the one who’s on the hot seat right now. Maybe she’s an expert in condom application. What say you, Kinleigh?”
I opened my mouth and fumbled about for an answer. Before I could, help came from an unexpected place.
“He has a latex allergy.” Ivy’s voice was matter-of-fact.
Macy cocked a brow. “Well, that’s gotta suck.”
“Not so much in Crescent Cove.” Kelsey grinned. “He’s probably the most popular dude on his block.”
Everyone laughed, including me. But my mind was whirling.
“I’m sure he was commiserating about how much it sucks.” Ivy gave me a pointed look. “I’m sure they had a good laugh.”
Not so much.
August definitely hadn’t mentioned an allergy. Dear goddess, had August ended up with a painful rash or something after our night?
I shifted toward Ivy to ask about such a development. She didn’t give me the chance. Instead, she yanked out her phone and held it up. “Gotta check on Rhi.”
“Um, okay.”
While she texted up a storm, the awkward as heck conversation moved on. Murphy went off to check on their older son Brayden when he woke up crying, but it turned out he only wanted his mother. Somehow I ended up with an armful of Theodore and he proceeded to stare at me owlishly like Rhiannon tended to do.