Don't Stop Believing by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eve Langlais

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My encounter with Kane frazzled me. Especially since I saw it in a different light. If Kane had never drugged me or assaulted me, then I’d been hating him for the wrong reasons.

Not that it mattered now. Even if I didn’t have Darryl, I still wouldn’t date Kane. He was crude and stubborn. For all that he’d saved me that one night in the woods, I still didn’t trust him.

And why was I even still thinking about it? Darryl was the man for me. A simple, hardworking guy who treated me with respect. Hopefully a little less respect tonight.

Once I got home I did my filial duty by checking on Geoff, who was planning a night of gaming with his online friends. Mother guilt hit me, and I offered to cancel my plans. He refused, whereupon I profusely apologized until he yelled at me to go get ready and stop trying to chicken out.

Me, a coward?

Damned right I was. My stomach had a stampeding herd of butterflies that made me want to throw up. Should a first date feel like morning sickness?

I wanted this. I couldn’t wait. I was just nervous. It would be fine. People went on dates every day. I could do this. It wouldn’t kill me.

I fled to my room and got prepping.

In my younger days, it took minutes. A bit of gloss, dark blue shadow and eyeliner, a quick shave, and hair shoved in a sideways high pony. In my forties it involved more prep, and I was glad I’d recently sprung for a pedicure. Marjorie had insisted in case my feet ended up around someone’s neck. I didn’t think I was that bendy, but I did like my red toes.

I drew the line at being waxed. That kind of pain just wasn’t my style. No, apparently, I preferred to sit in my tub, leg hauled up on the side, cramp in my other thigh, so I could squint and hunt for those pesky dark hairs around my ankle that could grow an inch overnight. I removed every single follicle I could reach.

Since I wasn’t sure what the status was on fuzzy thighs, I shaved those, too. My pits got taken down to the skin, and I grimaced at the shadow my roots left. If I wasn’t a pussy for pain, I’d wax them.

I left the dreaded bush for last. I eyed the thatch, wiry and strong. The collagen I took in my coffee didn’t just strengthen and thicken the hair on my head.

I performed a test swipe where my thigh creased against my pubes and the thin border of my pelt. The blades clogged. I’d need more powerful help.

“Got any clippers?” I asked aloud. Perhaps the house kept a set of garden shears nearby.

Thump.

The noise came from the cupboard under the sink.

I eyed it. Demon in hiding waiting to spring or the house providing? Just in case it was the first, I grabbed the toilet paper rack—the kind that held multiple rolls—and brandished it as I reached for the cupboard.

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