Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I pulled up the folder of family photos and searched for the one I wanted to show her. “That’s what it looked like before. I’m not a plastic surgery junkie, but I’m grateful for the magic they performed on me.”
Sadie’s eyes looked hilarious as they flicked from the screen to me. “I can’t believe they’re fake. They look so normal.”
“I didn’t want them to look fake, I just wanted to look and feel like a woman,” I sighed. “I was so flat-chested that I avoided looking in the mirror and cried whenever I had to go shopping for clothes. Don’t even get me started on the meltdown when I had to go and get my prom dress.”
“I have the same problem, but for the opposite reason,” she said sympathetically. “I’m terrified of surgery, so I’d never get my melons reduced. Instead, I make fun of them and do my best to live with it.”
I could understand that.
“Ok, full disclosure here—I thought yours were fake when I first met you.”
“Not something I haven’t encountered a million times,” she grumbled. “I’d want mine to look like yours, though. Hey, why can’t you see the implants?”
“Because they’re under the muscle. The muscle flattens them a bit and makes them look more natural. You can choose the profile you want when you go for the surgery, and I was adamant I wanted low profile implants.”
Nodding, she poked one with the tip of her index finger. “Where did they cut you to put them in?”
With my finger, I drew under my nipple. “Here. They could have gone through the side here,” I indicated the side of my breast, “or they could cut underneath, but my surgeon recommended the under nipple incision.”
This time, she poked the opposite breast, frowned, and then poked her own boob.
“They feel the same.”
Lifting my hand, I decided to hell with it and put a hand on mine and the other hand on one of hers.
“They really do, don’t they?” I’d known my surgeon was good, but I’d never realized just how good.
Copying my move, she did the same thing on my opposite side and held a boobie in each hand, too. “Wait, bounce up and down. Maybe they’ll feel different then?”
And that’s how Parker, Elijah, and Tate found us, standing in the office, a handful of each other’s tits, jumping up and down.
Looking between us, Elijah frowned. “Uh… if you weren’t my cousin, this would be seriously hot.”
“Pervert,” I hissed at the same time that Tate smacked him around the head.
“That’s my sister, you sick shit.”
His eyes on Sadie’s hand that was still holding my tit, Parker reached up and scratched his chin.
A squeeze on my boob brought my attention back down to Sadie, and I watched as she nodded her head at the door, indicating for us to move. If that hadn’t been enough of a hint, though, the slight tug of my boob in that direction would have. So, still joined, we shuffled sideways to the door, and she kicked it shut in their faces.
“Thank fuck for that,” Tate muttered through the door. “I think I need to bleach my eyes.”
“I think we corrupted this office,” I whispered to Sadie, doing my best not to give in to the laughter that was building inside me.
Shaking her head wildly, she whispered back, “No, trust me, it’s seen worse. Hey, do you think your brother and Lily have done it in here? I bet they have. He looks like a naughty little shagger.”
Lunging for the door, I had it open and was out of there in a matter of seconds.
“You’ve ruined my life,” I hissed, turning back and stopping when I saw everyone sitting down at tables and staring at the wall. “Ah, hell, not again.”
I hated that wall. I’d even shown Lily cool signs and posters we could put on it so that it wouldn’t happen again. So far, no turkey. Bastards!
“Come and sit with us,” my dad, Jerome, called across the floor to us, waving with his hand at two empty seats.
Linking arms with me, Sadie walked us over, likely not realizing what was going on, seeing as how she was still laughing about my reaction to her office question.
“What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously, sitting down between Gramps and Parker.
His smile at my choice made my brain go blank for a moment. So much had changed between us in the last week.
I’d had a lot of time to reflect after our conversation and trip to the farm. Thinking back on it, I’d known him pretty much my whole life, and when I thought about some of the occasions that I remembered seeing him as a kid, I realized there’d been changes in him over the years. He’d always been an enigma, but he’d also intrigued the hell out of me for as long as I could remember.