Turn Me Loose by Rosalind James

Author:Rosalind James
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781503935433
Published: 2016-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

UPS AND DOWNS

Her sacrifice looked like it was going to be in vain, because at first, Stacy refused to talk to her.

“What?” her sister said when Rochelle knocked on her bedroom door and went in to find Stacy in her underwear and a T-shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing lotion into her legs. “I’m pregnant now? Would you stop, please? I mean, yay for free rent, but seriously, Ro, you need to get a grip.”

“Well,” Rochelle said, off balance once more, “I just thought I’d check. Because you seemed so upset tonight.”

“Because somebody died. Because a girl who looked like me and had my job was murdered and dumped in a ditch. Not because I’m wondering how I’ll raise my love child.” Stacy lifted the hem of her T-shirt. “Look. Flat stomach. I’d show you the real evidence, but there’s a limit to sharing, you know?” She leaned closer and whispered, “But if you’re counting the tampons, too? I’m making a dent.”

A snort of laughter escaped Rochelle, and she sat down beside her sister, took Stacy’s bottle of lotion from her, and started doing her own legs. “You’re right. We’ll stick with the stomach. Yours is sure flatter than mine.”

“And note,” Stacy said, “that I didn’t ask you whether you’ve been slacking off on the sit-ups, or maybe making a cozy home for my future niece or nephew. I’m also not moving on from there to ask what you’re using to keep Mr. Irresistible’s little swimmers from slamming their tiny heads into your plump, juicy ovum. Because that would be your business.”

“Ick,” Rochelle said, but she had to laugh. This was Stacy sounding like Stacy at last.

“Hey. Bio major. I can’t help it.”

“Anyway,” Rochelle said, “that’d be a boring conversation either way, because Mr. Irresistible and I aren’t doing the deed.”

“Well, that’s tragic.” Stacy rolled over onto her stomach and stuffed the pillow under her cheek. “Watch and learn: I’m not even going to ask how come. I could guess, but . . .” She paused to consider. “Nah. He’s tall, he’s hot, and he was holding your hand and staring into your eyes before I showed up tonight and wrecked it. I got nothin’.”

Rochelle slapped her sister’s butt, and Stacy jumped and laughed.

“All right,” Rochelle said, feeling much more cheerful. “Congratulations on your restraint. And for the record? Birth control pills, for no other reason lately than a stubborn refusal to admit defeat, because I sure haven’t been needing them. Or you could be nice and call it an optimistic nature.”

“I know,” Stacy said. “About the pills. I live here. I open the medicine cabinet. And for my record . . . IUD. Happy?”

“Well,” Rochelle said, “getting there, anyway. Thanks, sweetie.” She bent and kissed Stacy’s cheek, and her sister put an arm around her neck and held her there for a moment.

“Thanks,” Stacy said, her voice muffled by the pillow. “For bringing me home tonight. I kinda needed you to, you know?”

“I know.” Rochelle kissed her sister again.

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