Dirty Toe Drag (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 6)

“They’re no match for us.”

“They’re not.”

Forget the demons trying to take me down; I already have two on my side.

I look down at my gorgeous girl, and she smiles. “Emery called me a muggle,” I tell her, hoping she’ll come to my defense, but she instead pats my chest.

“You are, my love. But don’t worry, we’ll try to find your letter. It had to have gotten lost.”

“Maybe Pigwidgeon lost it?”

I look between them. “I have no clue what any of this means.”

“So sad,” Emery says. “We will fix him.”

“We will,” Stella agrees, a grin on her face. “Ugh, I’m hungry, but they only have tacos. I’m so tired of tacos.”

“And barbecue,” Emery adds.

“Ew, right? Or hot chicken. Like, can we get sushi in here?”

Emery throws her hands up to Stella. “See? That’s why you’re my sister.”

Stella just nods, and I grin. “Okay, ladies. Sneak us out of here, and I’ll get you guys sushi.”

Soon I have two pairs of wide grayish eyes on me. “Really?” Emery asks.

“I am ready. I’ll walk out now.”

“Oh, me too.”

I never thought I would want to sneak out of my best friend’s gender reveal or would enjoy being verbally abused for not knowing shit about Harry Potter, but here I am. Wanting everything Stella will give me.

Even with Emery in tow.

With nothing holding me back, I say, “Then let’s go.”

* * *

Emery falls onto the couch, groaning loudly.

“I’m so full.”

“Same,” I say, dropping my keys on the side table by the door as I turn the lock. Stella is ahead of me with a bag she has packed for tonight, and her purse looks extra heavy. Don’t know what’s in it, but man, if I lean down even a bit, I can see the bottom of her booty. It’s rude, really, that I’m unable to grab her right now. I know for a fact, Emery would probably smack me. As I fall into the chair beside my couch, I laugh when Emery unbuttons her pants.

“Don’t judge me, Wesley,” she demands, but then she laughs when I do the same thing.

“No judgment here. I wish I would have worn basketball shorts.”

“Right?” she shrieks as Stella laughs from the kitchen table. I don’t know what she is doing, but I can’t get up right now to find out. We ate entirely too much. I got us the biggest sushi platter imaginable, along with all the appetizers, and we killed everything. I love a woman who can eat. I already knew Stella could eat, but man, I hope the guy Emery ends up with has money, because she doesn’t know when to stop. When she glances over at me, I smile. “What?”

“I like you,” she says then, and my smile grows.

“Good. I like you too,” I inform her, and she closes her eyes.

“Thanks for letting me hang here for a second. Mom should be by soon.”

“Anytime,” I say as Stella looks over her shoulder at me.

“She’s almost done at the restaurant. There was an issue with two of the POS terminals, so after the reveal, she went to fix it.”

“No hurry,” I say with a shrug. I don’t know why they assume it’s bothersome to have Emery here. I like the kid. She’s hilarious. Plus, I was way too full to drive her all the way home.

“Was she mad we left?” Emery asks. Really, I didn’t think she’d care.

“Kind of. We missed some pictures, but it’s not about us.”

“True that,” she says, closing her eyes. “Do you think Asher and Ally will have kids before you and Wes?”

All of a sudden, I swallow my spit wrong and start hacking up my lung as Stella rolls her eyes. “Stop, Em. You’re gonna freak him out.”

“I know. It’s funny,” she says with an evil grin. “He’s so cute, all red and unable to breathe.”

I hold her gaze. “Have you decided on your murder name?”

Her eyes dance. “Duh, it’s going to be the Water Bottle Killer.”

I blink as Stella groans, her back still to us. “Please don’t ask her why.”

“But I have to,” I say, sitting up and leaning on my knees. “Why?”

“Plan is to kill with a water bottle and leave it in their mouths.”

I eye her, and she’s just grinning. “You really should be a murder mystery writer or something.”

Her eyes widen, and she claps. “I should!”

“Yes, I choose that over an actual killer,” Stella says dryly as the doorbell rings. “Saved by the bell. It’s Mom.”

She heads through the living room, and I watch every step she takes. I can’t wait to get her in my bed. I have never ever waited this long to have sex with someone, and I know damn well it’ll be worth the wait. I stand up, buttoning my pants, as Stella opens the door and Mrs. Brooks comes in, talking with her hands.