“Yeah. That’ll work as well as you pleading Saks’ case did.”
“I didn’t get to see him yet. I had to go to work.”
Chrissy snorted. Gloria’s part-time job at the local student bookstore was so irregular Chrissy couldn’t keep track of the schedule.
“Gloria, why would you plead this Saks’ case?” said Marcus.
“Well, she loves him.”
“I do not,” denied Chrissy. She blew a stray piece of her hair away from her face in frustration as she swung out onto the highway.
“Yes, you do. It’s written all over your face.”
“I just don’t want to see him get any more hurt than he is. We did enough damage to him.”
“Yeah,” chuckled Marcus. “Seeing the egg stream down his face was a beautiful thing.”
Gloria turned in the seat and smacked Marcus in the head.
“Who’s stunad now?”
“I barely know him,” Chrissy said.
“Yeah,” snorted Gloria. “Enough to have scorching sex with him.”
“What?” protested Chrissy again.
“Don’t lie to me, Chrissy. I see how red your face gets when you hear his name. He nails you good and you know it.”
“Chrissy’s sleeping with the Rocco man?” said Marcus. “I thought she didn’t like him.” He sounded confused.
“I don’t!” said Chrissy.
“Liking someone is not a prerequisite to loving them,” said Gloria, “as I’m finding out now.” She turned a scathing gaze to Marcus.
“What? You don’t like me?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” said Chrissy. “She fucking loves you, Marcus, and you should thank your lucky stars. You won’t find another woman as crazy for you as she is. So, you might as well ask her to marry you, or I will personally tell every single woman in Connecticut what an idiot you are.”
“Chrissy!” snapped Gloria.
“Oh, hell, Chrissy. Why did you go and say that? I wanted to do it nice for Gloria.”
“What do you mean?” said Gloria. Her arms crossed her chest tightly, and a scowl sat on her lips.
“I was going to ask you, but I wanted to take you to that restaurant on the shore you like so much. Take a walk on the beach in the moonlight and then ask you.”
“What?” Gloria exclaimed, one octave away from a shriek. “Well, if something happens to Saks, you can forget it. I won’t have anything to do with a man who hurts the man Chrissy loves.”
“Stop saying that!” Chrissy was at the end of her patience with Gloria.
“I wasn’t hurting Saks,” protested Marcus.
“You knew about it and didn’t stop it,” said Gloria, fully outraged. If Chrissy wasn’t driving, she would have kissed her for it. Not that she loved Saks. Yeah, he was incredibly hot and set her afire just thinking about him, but that was lust, not love. But Chrissy did appreciate her little sister sticking up for her.
“Women!” Marcus threw up his hands. “Who can understand them?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN