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Authors: Verlene Landon
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that, Stacy shed her suit jacket and shoes, tucking herself into the couch, too.
“Would you look at that?” Gus nodded to her foot on the table. “Barely preggers and my feet already look like cocktail weenies stitched to water balloons.”
Stacy choked on her pizza.
“Wow, you have a way with words.” Her unrelated descriptive combos rivaled Dax’s. At that thought, there was a moment of doubt that tried to worm its way into Stacy’s mind. Maybe Gus is better suited for Dax. But she shut it down, not just for her own designs, but for John’s. Gus is perfect for John. That is, if she proved she could love him with an intensity Stacy was sure her brother would the cute, little fairy lady by her side.
Gus shrugged her shoulders in a dismissive manner and spoke again as soon as she swallowed. “I call it like I see it, speaking of which…”
Here it comes , Stacy thought, wondering if Gus would start off with John or Dax. Funny how Stacy was the one who initially wanted to talk to Gus about John and yet she clammed up as soon as she arrived. If the other person wants to talk, let ‘em. That’s her philosophy. You tend to get a more honest dialogue when you don’t make an effort to fill in the silence and let people just ramble on. If she wanted to know what Gus really thought of John, she would stuff pizza in her mouth during every lull and find out. Then, and only then, would she impart her wisdom on how to handle her brother if she thought Gus was sincere.
“When will you and Dax stop dancing around each other and do the dirty?”
Stacy grabbed her beer and chugged in an effort to get the pizza lodged in her throat down. What the fuck? Gus was supposed to talk about John or her lack of interest in Dax, thinking she was giving the green light to Stacy, but not bring out the big guns. Stacy chanced a glance her way, and caught a sparkle in Gus’ eyes before she masked it with innocence. Oh, well played, Pixie, well played. Stacy was sure Gus wanted to throw her for a loop, catch her off guard, turn the tables and ensure honest and open answers from Stacy. She should have known. With her therapy mojo, Gus would have read Stacy as quickly as a bodice ripper romance novel from the ninety-nine cent bin. Stacy hated to be on this end, but her estimation of Gus rose significantly. Mad respect.
Well, what the hell. Stacy decided to join the club, do girl time, and spill. If for no other reason than knowing that Gus would respond to her honesty and reciprocate about John. “We did chica , catch up already.” She said it with a whole hell of a lot more cool and calm than she felt. Stacy rose for more pizza in an attempt to steady herself. I can’t believe I actually said it out loud.
Now it was Gus’ turn to chug her drink in an attempt to cover her shock. Stacy chuckled and patted her on the back. “You okay there, slugger?”
After wiping her mouth and depositing both her food and drink on the coffee table, Gus turned her way with intensity and shock. Stacy enjoyed a moment of smug satisfaction before terror set in. Ha, wasn’t expecting that, were you, Pixie Pants? Oh, shit, maybe you kind of were. Stacy studied Gus with a bit more focus. Blinking, she employed her five-second flash assessment. Oh, shit, you might not have been expecting that we already did the horizontal bop, but you were expecting me to open up. I’ll be damned; your mojo is authentic as fuck.
“To be honest, no…yes…maybe? I mean...it was inevitable. I just…wait, last night? Holy crapballs, you had sex with Dax last night. It had to be. Nothing else makes sense. Wow, so, yeah, I guess I wasn’t expecting all of that, but do you want to chat about it? I know you’re not the type, but if you ever wanted to give it a try, I’m willing.”
Stacy decided, fuck it. I need advice anyway, and who better than Gus? She was sure Gus wouldn’t judge or even share with anyone else, so why not give this whole being in a circle thing a
“Would you look at that?” Gus nodded to her foot on the table. “Barely preggers and my feet already look like cocktail weenies stitched to water balloons.”
Stacy choked on her pizza.
“Wow, you have a way with words.” Her unrelated descriptive combos rivaled Dax’s. At that thought, there was a moment of doubt that tried to worm its way into Stacy’s mind. Maybe Gus is better suited for Dax. But she shut it down, not just for her own designs, but for John’s. Gus is perfect for John. That is, if she proved she could love him with an intensity Stacy was sure her brother would the cute, little fairy lady by her side.
Gus shrugged her shoulders in a dismissive manner and spoke again as soon as she swallowed. “I call it like I see it, speaking of which…”
Here it comes , Stacy thought, wondering if Gus would start off with John or Dax. Funny how Stacy was the one who initially wanted to talk to Gus about John and yet she clammed up as soon as she arrived. If the other person wants to talk, let ‘em. That’s her philosophy. You tend to get a more honest dialogue when you don’t make an effort to fill in the silence and let people just ramble on. If she wanted to know what Gus really thought of John, she would stuff pizza in her mouth during every lull and find out. Then, and only then, would she impart her wisdom on how to handle her brother if she thought Gus was sincere.
“When will you and Dax stop dancing around each other and do the dirty?”
Stacy grabbed her beer and chugged in an effort to get the pizza lodged in her throat down. What the fuck? Gus was supposed to talk about John or her lack of interest in Dax, thinking she was giving the green light to Stacy, but not bring out the big guns. Stacy chanced a glance her way, and caught a sparkle in Gus’ eyes before she masked it with innocence. Oh, well played, Pixie, well played. Stacy was sure Gus wanted to throw her for a loop, catch her off guard, turn the tables and ensure honest and open answers from Stacy. She should have known. With her therapy mojo, Gus would have read Stacy as quickly as a bodice ripper romance novel from the ninety-nine cent bin. Stacy hated to be on this end, but her estimation of Gus rose significantly. Mad respect.
Well, what the hell. Stacy decided to join the club, do girl time, and spill. If for no other reason than knowing that Gus would respond to her honesty and reciprocate about John. “We did chica , catch up already.” She said it with a whole hell of a lot more cool and calm than she felt. Stacy rose for more pizza in an attempt to steady herself. I can’t believe I actually said it out loud.
Now it was Gus’ turn to chug her drink in an attempt to cover her shock. Stacy chuckled and patted her on the back. “You okay there, slugger?”
After wiping her mouth and depositing both her food and drink on the coffee table, Gus turned her way with intensity and shock. Stacy enjoyed a moment of smug satisfaction before terror set in. Ha, wasn’t expecting that, were you, Pixie Pants? Oh, shit, maybe you kind of were. Stacy studied Gus with a bit more focus. Blinking, she employed her five-second flash assessment. Oh, shit, you might not have been expecting that we already did the horizontal bop, but you were expecting me to open up. I’ll be damned; your mojo is authentic as fuck.
“To be honest, no…yes…maybe? I mean...it was inevitable. I just…wait, last night? Holy crapballs, you had sex with Dax last night. It had to be. Nothing else makes sense. Wow, so, yeah, I guess I wasn’t expecting all of that, but do you want to chat about it? I know you’re not the type, but if you ever wanted to give it a try, I’m willing.”
Stacy decided, fuck it. I need advice anyway, and who better than Gus? She was sure Gus wouldn’t judge or even share with anyone else, so why not give this whole being in a circle thing a
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