Brad, however, gives me his instant stamp
of approval. She sure is. Lucky you. Go on
upstairs. Ladies, you can watch TV, okay?
Devon gives a little Aw, but LaTreya, who’s
older, knows enough to take her into the other
room and turn on the oversize flat panel.
I trail Trey up the stairs to a studio over
the garage. Like the rest of the house, this
room is nicely kept, with a quilted bed beneath
the window and a fluffy futon against the opposite
wall. Apparently, this is the party room. A faint
scent of crystal lingers above vanilla air freshener.
We settle onto the futon and Trey puts
his arm around my shoulders, pulls me close.
Brad looked like he wanted to eat you.
I do too. And I’ve got first dibs. Don’t
worry. I promise it won’t hurt, unless you
want it to. He nibbles my neck for effect.
Thankfully Brad’s footsteps interrupt,
or I might have let Bree throw Trey
on the bed right then and there.
Brad can’t help but notice the way
I’m blushing. Wow, cuz. What did you
do to the girl, in only three minutes?
Trey answers with a laugh. Three
minutes is a long time to wait.
We were getting bored.
I can fix that, says Brad. I’ve got
just the thing right here. He goes
into the bathroom, digs in a cabinet,