Barefoot in White (Barefoot Bay Brides) by St. Claire Roxanne

Author:St. Claire, Roxanne [St. Claire, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2014-05-04T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

After what could be technically classified as a sleepless night—since even when she did drift off, her dreams were full of Nick Hershey—Willow rose early for a run she hoped would burn off some of the…energy.

If that’s what she could call the achy, hollow, needy feeling mixed with spurts of adrenaline and anticipation. On her way to the kitchen to whip up a breakfast smoothie she didn’t really think she could drink, she heard a knock on the back door and was certain she knew who it was.

Ari was still in her pajamas, coffee in hand. “Dying to know how it went.”

Laughing, Willow opened the door wider to let her in. “Where’s Gussie?”

“I just stopped at her apartment, and she was getting out of the shower and starting her makeup. I can’t wait that long.”

Willow gestured her to the island counter and pulled out her blender. “How are the bets running?”

“I bet you told him. Gussie said you chickened out.”

“What obscure candy did you wager with?”

“Jujubes.”

Willow made a face. “Better make an appointment with the dentist, Ari, because you won.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait a sec.” She pulled out her phone and touched the screen. “I’m texting her.”

It took Gussie less than a minute to appear at the door, wrapped in a teal robe with giant orange polka dots, a pink wig already in place, and one eye totally made up. The other was bare naked, giving her the look of living, breathing before-and-after pictures. “That’s not the only thing we bet on,” she said, pointing an eyeliner pencil at Willow. “I put good candy on you doing everything but.”

“My money was on all the way,” Ari admitted.

Willow rolled her eyes. “Give her back the Jujubes, Ari.”

“No, we bet the Jujubes on telling him. For the deed itself? Nik-L-Nips. Do you have any idea what they are worth?”

Wax bottles full of sugar water? “Those are so gross. Why don’t you two eat Hershey Kisses like normal women?”

“Ahem, speaking of Hershey kisses.” Gussie wiggled her one carefully applied brow. “We saw you.”

“What?”

“Coming in at one,” Ari said. “I was up and happened to look out my window when you pulled in. You did not go over there in a turquoise minidress. I texted Gussie.”

“Shit,” Willow murmured, fighting a laugh. “It’s like living with the FBI.”

“Gory details, please.” Gussie tapped her eyeliner on the counter. “Not one thing left out.”

She puffed a sigh but couldn’t really act put-upon. For one thing, she’d do the same if the tables were turned, and for another…she was dying to share everything. “He thinks we need to build up to a…a perfect deflowering.”

“Ahhh,” Ari sighed.

“It’s sweet, yeah,” Willow said. “But come on. I’ve waited twenty-nine and a half years. I’m built up already.”

“But maybe he’s right,” Gussie countered. “You might think you’re ready, but are you ready in every way?”

“Mentally, emotionally, physically, and every otherly. I am ready.”

But Gussie shook her head.

“You mean, do I, like, have birth control or something?” Willow asked.

“Actually, I was worried about this last night, but didn’t want to kill your mojo.

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