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Authors: Kelsey Browning
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“I’m late. I’ll leave—”
“No, we were just getting started.” Allie shot out of her chair and hustled Emmalee inside. “We were wondering where you were.”
The other women nodded and smiled.
“If you’re sure.” Emmalee sat but positioned her purse on the table in front of her as though it might shield her from having to actually participate.
“Who wants to share first?” Allied asked.
Suzanne was vibrating with repressed excitement and her hand speared the air. “Me, me, me.”
Everyone laughed.
“Do y’all remember the Woodway drive-in?”
Nostalgia settled over Allie. The old movie theater hadn’t been open to the public in many years, but when she was a child she’d watched a couple of G-rated shows with a friend’s family. They’d gorged themselves on popcorn and then abandoned Becky’s parents to play in the grassy area in front of the huge screen. Becky’s parents had been pretty darn clever to bring along a playmate for their daughter. She and Becky had returned to the car to discover the windows fogged up and her parents breathing funny.
“Well,” Suzanne said. “I bought it a few weeks ago for my special project.”
Wow. Real estate transactions went above and beyond Allie’s idea of homework.
Suzanne’s cheeks matched her dusky pink shirt. “I took Carl parking Wednesday night.”
“Parking?” Emmalee asked, like she’d never heard of the concept.
“All right, by parking I mean getting after it like two lonely minks,” Suzanne said. “He was so surprised and...um...happy, that he was up for a second round, which hasn’t happened in years.”
“I’m jealous you’ve already started your project.” Another client clasped her hands to her heart. “I remember some great times in the backseat of my high school boyfriend’s car at that drive-in.”
A jolt zipped through Allie. Oh my God, that was it. The drive-in was where she’d take Cameron. Only her SUV didn’t seem too sexy. Umm...could she possibly get her hands on BB?
She could sure try.
They went around the table, taking turns ironing out details of each other’s projects.
“Emmalee, how about you?” Allie asked.
“Oh, please tell me a project’s not required to participate in the group.” She glanced around at the others. “I’m enjoying this so much, but I’m not sure I’m ready for...that. I don’t even have a boyfriend. Is that what they call them now? Or is it significant other? Or maybe booty call?”
Allie bit the inside of her lip to keep it from curling into a smile. “Whatever term you’re comfortable with. But your special project doesn’t require another person’s participation.”
“You mean I can—oh!” She glanced at the door to Red Light and lowered her voice. “Get one of those battery-operated boyfriends instead?”
This time Allie had to roll both lips in.
Suzanne reached over to pat Emmalee’s hand. “Oh, honey, you’re gonna love that Promise Keeper. Now I adore my Carl. But my PK, well, let’s just say he’s never let me down.”
Emmalee’s grip on her purse tightened, but there was a sparkle in her eye. “I’ll think about it.”
“You know, as Allie’s client, you get a twenty percent discount, right? Girl, that is the best hundred dollars you will ever spend.”
“A quick reminder that what happens in group session, stays in group session.” Allie jotted a note in her group file and glanced at the wall clock. “Anything else before our time is up?”
All her internal organs cringed at her mistake. Graduate school had taught her never to ask a question she didn’t want to have turned around on her.
“Well, Miss Allie,” Suzanne drawled. “We seem to have skipped you and your special project.”
“We don’t really have time...”
The women all settled back in their chairs.
“Honey, we have all the time in the world.”
Exactly what she feared. Fine, she’d give them something. “All I can say right now is I’ve identified
“No, we were just getting started.” Allie shot out of her chair and hustled Emmalee inside. “We were wondering where you were.”
The other women nodded and smiled.
“If you’re sure.” Emmalee sat but positioned her purse on the table in front of her as though it might shield her from having to actually participate.
“Who wants to share first?” Allied asked.
Suzanne was vibrating with repressed excitement and her hand speared the air. “Me, me, me.”
Everyone laughed.
“Do y’all remember the Woodway drive-in?”
Nostalgia settled over Allie. The old movie theater hadn’t been open to the public in many years, but when she was a child she’d watched a couple of G-rated shows with a friend’s family. They’d gorged themselves on popcorn and then abandoned Becky’s parents to play in the grassy area in front of the huge screen. Becky’s parents had been pretty darn clever to bring along a playmate for their daughter. She and Becky had returned to the car to discover the windows fogged up and her parents breathing funny.
“Well,” Suzanne said. “I bought it a few weeks ago for my special project.”
Wow. Real estate transactions went above and beyond Allie’s idea of homework.
Suzanne’s cheeks matched her dusky pink shirt. “I took Carl parking Wednesday night.”
“Parking?” Emmalee asked, like she’d never heard of the concept.
“All right, by parking I mean getting after it like two lonely minks,” Suzanne said. “He was so surprised and...um...happy, that he was up for a second round, which hasn’t happened in years.”
“I’m jealous you’ve already started your project.” Another client clasped her hands to her heart. “I remember some great times in the backseat of my high school boyfriend’s car at that drive-in.”
A jolt zipped through Allie. Oh my God, that was it. The drive-in was where she’d take Cameron. Only her SUV didn’t seem too sexy. Umm...could she possibly get her hands on BB?
She could sure try.
They went around the table, taking turns ironing out details of each other’s projects.
“Emmalee, how about you?” Allie asked.
“Oh, please tell me a project’s not required to participate in the group.” She glanced around at the others. “I’m enjoying this so much, but I’m not sure I’m ready for...that. I don’t even have a boyfriend. Is that what they call them now? Or is it significant other? Or maybe booty call?”
Allie bit the inside of her lip to keep it from curling into a smile. “Whatever term you’re comfortable with. But your special project doesn’t require another person’s participation.”
“You mean I can—oh!” She glanced at the door to Red Light and lowered her voice. “Get one of those battery-operated boyfriends instead?”
This time Allie had to roll both lips in.
Suzanne reached over to pat Emmalee’s hand. “Oh, honey, you’re gonna love that Promise Keeper. Now I adore my Carl. But my PK, well, let’s just say he’s never let me down.”
Emmalee’s grip on her purse tightened, but there was a sparkle in her eye. “I’ll think about it.”
“You know, as Allie’s client, you get a twenty percent discount, right? Girl, that is the best hundred dollars you will ever spend.”
“A quick reminder that what happens in group session, stays in group session.” Allie jotted a note in her group file and glanced at the wall clock. “Anything else before our time is up?”
All her internal organs cringed at her mistake. Graduate school had taught her never to ask a question she didn’t want to have turned around on her.
“Well, Miss Allie,” Suzanne drawled. “We seem to have skipped you and your special project.”
“We don’t really have time...”
The women all settled back in their chairs.
“Honey, we have all the time in the world.”
Exactly what she feared. Fine, she’d give them something. “All I can say right now is I’ve identified
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